SINCE I lost you, my darling, the sky has come near, And I am of it, the small sharp stars are quite near, The white moon going among them like a white bird among snow-berries, And the sound of her gently rustling in heaven like a bird I hear. And I am willing to come to you now, my dear, As a pigeon lets itself off from a cathedral dome To be lost in the haze of the sky, I would like to come, And be lost out of sight with you, and be gone like foam. For I am tired, my dear, and if I could lift my feet, My tenacious feet from off the dome of the earth To fall like a breath within the breathing wind Where you are lost, what rest, my love, what rest! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TWELVE-FORTY-FIVE (FOR EDWARD J. WHEELER) by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER VENUS OF THE LOUVRE by EMMA LAZARUS RETRIBUTION by FRIEDRICH VON LOGAU FOR 'THE WINE OF CIRCE' (BY EDWARD BURNE JONES) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI AN INVOCATION by ISIDORE G. ASCHER ON THE DEATH OF CYNTHIA'S HORSE by PHILIP AYRES THE GHOSTS' MOONSHINE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |