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...CAPPER KAPLINSKI AT THE NORTH SIDE CUE CLUB by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE SOCIOLOGY OF TOYOTAS AND JADE CHRYSANTHEMUMS by HAYDEN CARRUTH MY DEATH AS A GIRL I KNEW by JAMES GALVIN GOOD-BYE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TRANSPOSITIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON JULY IN GEORGY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |