Silvia, let us from the crowd retire,
For what to you and me
(Who but each other do desire)
Is all that here we see?
Apart we'll live, though not alone;
For who alone can call
Those who in deserts live with one
If in that one they've all?
The world a vast meander is,
Where hearts confusedly stray;
Where few do hit, whilst thousands miss,
The happy mutual way.
More verses by Anne Kingsmill Finch
- Love, Death, And Reputation
- The Spleen
- The King And The Shepherd
- To The Painter Of An Ill-Drawn Picture Of Cleone
- To A Husband