Longing

Poem By Paul Laurence Dunbar

IF you could sit with me beside the sea to-day,
And whisper with me sweetest dreamings o'er and o'er;
I think I should not find the clouds so dim and gray,
And not so loud the waves complaining at the shore.
If you could sit with me upon the shore to-day,
And hold my hand in yours as in the days of old,
I think I should not mind the chill baptismal spray,
Nor find my hand and heart and all the world so cold.
If you could walk with me upon the strand to-day,
And tell me that my longing love had won your own,
I think all my sad thoughts would then be put away,
And I could give back laughter for the Ocean's moan!

Comments about Longing

O, the longing of the heart for seemingly evasive things. Sit and whisper with me; hold my hands and walk with me. It appears that the best things in life are free; but what a paradox that they too are O so costly.


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