Sweet Eva! shall I send thee forth, To other hearts to speak? With all thy timidness and love, Companionship to seek? Send thee with all thy abstract ways, Thy more than earthly tone -- An exile, dearest, send thee forth, Thou, who art all mine own! Thou art my spirit's cherished dream, Its pure ideal birth; And thou hast nestled in my heart, With love that's not of earth. Alas! for I have failed, methinks, Thy mystic life to trace; Thy holiness of thought and soul, Thy wild enchanting grace. With thee I've wandered, cherished one, At twilight's dreamy hour To learn the language of the bird, The mystery of the flower; And gloomy must that sorrow be, Which then could'st not dispel, As thoughtfully we loitered on By stream or sheltered dell. Thou fond Ideal! vital made, The trusting, earnest, true; Who fostered, sacred, undefiled My hearts pure, youthful dew; Thou woman -- soul, all tender, meek, Thou wilt not leave me now To bear alone the weary thoughts That stamp an aching brow! Yet go! I may not say farewell, For thou wilt not forsake, Thou'lt linger, Eva, wilt thou not, All hallowed thoughts to wake? Then go; and speak to kindred hearts In purity and truth; And win the spirit back again, To Love, and Peace, and Youth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE BOY'S DREAM by KATHERINE MANSFIELD I'VE NEVER SEEN SUCH A REAL HARD TIME BEFORE' by HAYDEN CARRUTH COMPANIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BRUTUS LIVES AGAIN IN BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE BLIND GOD by ISAAC ROSENBERG |