Old Poetry Poetry • Poets • Essays • Forums •

Dejection

The sun is gone; & the forsaken sea—
Her glance a tear
Wherein all depths of tenderness appear—
Looks back at me,
Where I upon the strand,
The centre of the lone horizon, stand
Forlorn as she,
To know that when her darkness drifts away
Mine own must stay.

Leave a guest comment (subject to review)

    : Comment:

    Name: (required)
    Email: (required, hidden from spam)