As our car rustled swiftly along the village lane, we caught sight for a moment of the old house again, Which once I made my home in— ev'n as a soul may dwell enamouring the body that she loveth so well: But I long since had left it; what fortune now befals finds me on other meadows by other trees and walls. The place look'd blank and empty, a sleeper's witless face which to his mind's enchantment is numb, and gives no trace. And to that slumbering mansion was I come as a dream, to cheer her in her stupor and loneliness extreme. I knew what sudden wonder I brought her in my flight; what rapturous joy possess'd her, what peace and soft delight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET - REALITIES: 1 by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS PSALM OF THOSE WHO GO FORTH BEFORE DAYLIGHT by CARL SANDBURG BEAUTY by KENNETH SLADE ALLING LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 3. ISAAC BROWN by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM TO A WILD DUCK by BERNICE GIBBS ANDERSON SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 42. 'GRECIAN AND ENGLISH' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |