MOONLIGHT upon the mullioned pane, Moonlight flooding the vacant stair, Moonlight throbbing a soft refrain, Ever as I sit brooding there. Ever -- and all its strain to be "Dorothy -- Dorothy!" Back from my chair the shadows glide, And in the corner the armor glows -- Helm of the knight who rode by thy side, Greave of the hero who wore thy rose, Relics of olden chivalry -- "Dorothy -- Dorothy!" Over my head the 'scutcheons hang -- Marquis, and earl, and baronet. And, as I ponder, the gisarms clang, Truncheon on halberd ringing yet. Back flit the days of cap-a-pie. "Dorothy -- Dorothy!" Wake! for the backlog smolders dead; The gray dawn steals through the mullioned pane. Burned is the incense, the past has fled, Yet through my soul swells the soft refrain -- Dear golden dream days of thine and thee -- "Dorothy -- Dorothy!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARIZONA POEMS: 6. RAIN IN THE DESERT by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER THE WAVES OF BREFFNY by EVA GORE-BOOTH TO A FOIL'D EUROPEAN REVOLUTIONAIRE by WALT WHITMAN PSALM 63 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SONG OF THE SUPERMAN by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |