You live, afar, across a continent— Yet, everywhere is here; And often in the wistful hour of dusk, I sense your atmosphere. And suddenly in pushing, headlong crowds, Sensation like a cry Awakes my soul to sharper conciousness— I feel your thoughts wing by! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE VIRGINIAN VOYAGE [1611] by MICHAEL DRAYTON RHAPSODY ON A WINDY NIGHT by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT ON SEEING AN OFFICER'S WIDOW DISTRACTED - ARREARS OF PENSION by MARY BARBER TO A CRITIC OF TENNYSON by AMBROSE BIERCE ORNAMENTATIONS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN IRISES by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY AN OLD DREAM by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: SONG by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |