Explore "Some Verses: Sonnets: IN THE MIST" by Helen Hay Whitney on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Ah love, my love, upon this alien shore / I lean and watch the pale uneasy ships / Slip thro' the waving mist in strange eclipse, / Like spirits of some time and land of yore.
I did not think my heart could love thee more, / And yet, when lightlier than a swallow dips, / The wind lays ghostly kisses on my lips / I seem to know of love the eternal core.
Here is no throbbing of impassioned breath / To beat upon my cheek, no pulsing heart / Which might be silenced by the touch of Death, / No smile which other smile has softly kissed / Or doting gaze which Time must draw apart, / But spirit's spirit in the trailing mist.