Poems (Rossetti, 1901)/Confluents

by Christina Georgina Rossetti

CONFLUENTS.

AS rivers seek the sea,
 Much more deep than they,
So my soul seeks thee
 Far away:
As running rivers moan
On their course alone,
 So I moan
 Left alone.

As the delicate rose
 To the sun's sweet strength
Doth herself unclose,
 Breadth and length;
So spreads my heart to thee
Unveiled utterly,
 I to thee
 Utterly.

As morning dew exhales
 Sunwards pure and free,
So my spirit fails
 After thee:
As dew leaves not a trace
On the green earth's face;
 I, no trace
 On thy face.

Its goal the river knows,
 Dewdrops find a way,
Sunlight cheers the rose
 In her day:
Shall i, lone sorrow past,
Find thee at the last?
 Sorrow past,
 Thee at last?