O WHETHER by the lonesome road that lies across the lea Or whether by the hill that stoops, rock-shadowed, to the sea, Or by a sail that blows from far, my love returns to me! No fear is hidden in my heart to make my face less fair, No tear is hidden in my eye to dim the brightness there— I wear upon my cheek the rose a happy bride should wear. For should he come not by the road, and come not by the hill And come not by the far seaway, yet come he surely will— Close all the roads of all the world, love's road is open still! My heart is light with singing (though they pity me my fate And drop their merry voices as they pass the garden gate) For love that finds a way to come, can find a way to wait! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR LORD AND OUR LADY by HILAIRE BELLOC JOHNNY SPAIN'S WHITE HEIFER by HAYDEN CARRUTH EPITAPH FOR A SOLDIER by DAVID IGNATOW THE CROSS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |