We saw the swallows gathering in the sky, And in the osier-isle we heard them noise. We had not to look back on summer joys, Or forward to a summer of bright dye: But in the largeness of the evening earth Our spirits grew as we went side by side. The hour became her husband and my bride. Love, that had robbed us so, thus blessed our dearth! The pilgrims of the year waxed very loud In multitudinous chatterings, as the flood Full brown came from the West, and like pale blood Expanded to the upper crimson cloud. Love, that had robbed us of immortal things, This little moment mercifully gave, Where I have seen across the twilight wave The swan sail with her young beneath her wings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAKE BOATS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE CUMBERLAND by HERMAN MELVILLE IN AN ARTIST'S STUDIO by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI MONODY ON THE ASTOR HOUSE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE BIRDS: THE HYMN OF THE BIRDS by ARISTOPHANES SONNET TO NICHOLAS BLACKLEECH OF GRAYES INNE by RICHARD BARNFIELD |