When I awake And hear my heart call loudly at my breast, Stirred with the dream that vanishes away, When all the night is resonant with unrest And gates of darkness stand before the day I worship you. When the years Have left us silent by the unending road I will not mock at death nor call it soon, I will not wake again the living goad! But at this moment give me the vanished moon, I fear the night! "Stir and smile." You do not hear: I have not spoken so, But from my heart the wish of it all has sped. I @3dare@1 not speak; the unearthly sound might go, Return unheard, and tell me you are dead. I dare not speak. Love of mine, What is the torrent white that falters, falls Far downward wakened from its misty dream, Crashing over the rugged mountain walls, What is the cataract without the stream, Or what am I? What am I Unless you wake and draw me to you now, Unless you banish the dust of dreams and press These trembling lips of mine, unless you vow Love's endless promise in your dear caress, Oh what am I? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEVER TOO LATE: THE PALMER'S ODE by ROBERT GREENE THE CHILD ALONE: 1. THE UNSEEN PLAYMATE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON AGAMEMNON: THE SACRIFICE OF IPHIGENIA. CHORUS by AESCHYLUS WRITTEN IN BUTLER'S SERMONS by MATTHEW ARNOLD M. T. W. by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |