DUSK—and a hunger for your face That grows, with brooding twilight, deeper, While in this hushed and cheerless place, The world lies, like a careless sleeper. Oh for a brave, red wave of sound To send Life flowing somehow through me; Oh for the blatant, human round To end these hours lone and gloomy. At last—the friendly summer night, And children's voices calling after. Long avenues sing out with light; Murmurs arise and bursts of laughter. I hear the lisp of happy feet— Life goes by like a rushing river— A boy comes whistling up the street... And I am lonelier than ever. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE by EMMA LAZARUS PORTRAIT OF A MACHINE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER ELEGY ON THYRZA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON IN DISPRAISE OF THE MOON by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE CHIQUITA by FRANCIS BRET HARTE PRAIRIE MUSIC by NELLIE COOLEY ALDER |