The Song of Tristram


How I long for you in my dreams!

The star of love is trembling in the west,
Night hears the desolate sea with moan on moan
Sigh for the storm, who on his mountain lone
Smites his wild harp, and dreams of her wild breast.
I am thy storm, Isolt, and thou my sea!
My passionate sea!

The storm to her wild breast, the passionate sea
To his fierce arms: we to the rapturous leap
Of mated spirits mingling in love’s deep,
Flame to flame, I to thee and thou to me!
Thou to mine arms, Isolt, I to thy breast!

I to thy breast!

Love poems Dream flower romantic poetry

Love Poems by John Todhunter

Love Art – Evocation of Roussel (1912) by Odilon Redon, the National Gallery of Art.