SOMETIMES, to solace my sad heart, I say, Though late it be, though lily-time be past, Though all the summer skies be overcast, Haply I will go down to her, some day, And cast my rests of life before her feet, That she may have her will of me, being so sweet And none gainsay! So might she look on me with pitying eyes, And lay calm hands of healing on my head: "Because of thy long pains be comforted; For I, even I, am Love: sad soul, arise!" So, for her graciousness, I might at last Gaze on the very face of Love, and hold Him fast In no disguise. Haply, I said, she will take pity on me, Though late I come, long after lily-time, With burden of waste days and drifted rhyme: Her kind, calm eyes, down drooping maidenly, Shall change, grow soft: there yet is time, meseems, I said, for solace; though I know these things are dreams And may not be! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ESTHER; A YOUNG MAN'S TRAGEDY: 50 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT OUT OF THE OLD HOUSE, NANCY by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON THE RESOLVE by MARY LEE CHUDLEIGH UPON JULIA'S BREASTS by ROBERT HERRICK THE FISH, THE MAN, AND THE SPIRIT (COMPLETE) by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT FUZZY-WUZZY' (SOUDAN EXPEDITIONARY FORCE) by RUDYARD KIPLING THE PICTURE OF LITTLE T.C. IN A PROSPECT OF FLOWERS by ANDREW MARVELL |