WHO are exiles? As for me Where beneath the diamond dome Lies the light on hill or tree, There my palace is and home. Who are lonely lacking care? Here the winds are living, press Close on bosom, lips and hair— Well I know their soft caress. Sad or fain no more to live? I have pressed the lips of pain; With the kisses lovers give, Ransomed ancient joys again. Captive? See what stars give light In the hidden heart of clay: At their radiance dark and bright Fades the dreamy king of day. Night and day no more eclipse Friendly eyes that on us shine, Speech from old familiar lips Playmates of a youth divine. Come away, O, come away; We will quench the heart's desire Past the gateways of the day In the rapture of the fire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLD OSAWATOMIE by CARL SANDBURG HENRY PURCELL by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE EAGLE'S SONG by RICHARD MANSFIELD THE BALLAD OF BOUILLABAISSE by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY HORATIAN ECHO by MATTHEW ARNOLD IN THAT DAY by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON PSALM 2 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE RED SUNSETS, 1883 (1) by MATHILDE BLIND HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 8 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |