WERE You but here, this wan, unhappy West, (To-day cold, colourless, because divest Of Your dear presence, grown the grim abode Of griefs that blight and poison and corrode Glad hours, past happiness—which bring unrest—) Would cease from greyness, gain its pristine zest, Become the Home of Peace, be sudden drest In Light and Splendour, lose lament and load, Were You but here. High dreams would once more haunt my heart, and wrest Dark thoughts away from my devoted breast: Each angle of that harsh Cullòmpton Road Would glow with inspiration, urge to Ode. ... Life, fresh-impassioned, would be one long feast, Were You but here. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MARMOZET by HILAIRE BELLOC A DISCRETE LOVE POEM by JAMES GALVIN OMNIPRESENCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PROVING by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WHERE? by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 6. SUNSET IN THE TROPICS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |