PRAY but one prayer for me 'twixt thy closed lips, Think but one thought of me up in the stars. The summer night waneth, the morning light slips Faint and gray 'twixt the leaves of the aspen betwixt the cloud-bars, That are patiently waiting there for the dawn: Patient and colourless, though Heaven's gold Waits to float through them along with the sun. Far out in the meadows, above the young corn, The heavy elms wait, and restless and cold The uneasy wind rises; the roses are dun; Through the long twilight they pray for the dawn Round the lone house in the midst of the corn. Speak but one word to me over the corn, Over the tender, bow'd locks of the corn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO W.P.: 1 by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 68 by OMAR KHAYYAM A BALLAD OF LIFE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE JOHN CHARLES FREMONT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE TURN OF THE ROAD by JANE BARLOW MY WINDOW by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN DEDICATORY SONNET TO S. T. COLERIDGE by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE |