Apart I WOULD not call thee back to me to-night, Although my eager spirit turns to thee With weary longing, and my eyes would see Thy face aglow with spirit's power and might. The sunset glow, the hillsides, every sight Of these familiar paths brings thoughts of thee. Thy name the maples whisper o'er to me, Rustling their scarlet leaves in golden light. Yet, though my heart doth yearn to have thee near, I will not call thee back. Love hath no end Where daily intercourse alone is dear, Where spirit unto spirit cannot send Its quickening power, though miles between us roll: We still shall touch each other soul to soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LEFT-HANDED POEM by JAMES GALVIN O SOUTHLAND! by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE QUARREL by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE HEART'S RETURN by EDWIN MARKHAM JOHN WILKES BOOTH AT THE FARM (JANUARY 12, 1848) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ELMER BARR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE SPARROW HARK IN THE RAIN (ALEXANDER STEPHENS HEARS NEWS) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |