NOT mine from thee, loved heart, to feel such tide As this mine own doth pour thee; Still shall I not go all unsatisfied: Enough that I adore thee. And if thou never wakest to my song Not weakly shall it falter; Proudly I pace Love's lonely courts along Unto their inmost altar. Ah, some day, if, within thy pleasant sleep Faint echoes of me find thee, White heart, may dreams be not too fair or deep Or soothing to unbind thee! Perchance even then, responding to that sound, Thou'lt hail and overtake me, Clearing the idle distance at a bound. .... @3My song must not forsake me!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PORTRAIT OF A BABY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE GENERAL PUBLIC by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE LITANY OF THE DARK PEOPLE by COUNTEE CULLEN DIVIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE COTTON CLUB by CLARENCE MAJOR |