I'LL come when thou art sadest Bids love in the darkened room When the rude days mirth has vanished And the smile of joy is banished From evenings chilly gloom I'll come when the hearts worst feeling Has entire unbiased sway And my influence o'er thee stealing Greif deepening joy congealing Shall bear thy soul away Listen ' t is just the hour The awful time for thee Dost thou not feel upon thy soul A Flood of strange sensations roll Forerunners of a sterner power Heralds of me | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLNEY HYMNS: 18. LOVEST THOU ME? by WILLIAM COWPER THE NIGHT OF TRAFALGAR by THOMAS HARDY OF THE REED THAT THE JEWS SET IN OUR SAVIOUR'S HAND by WILLIAM ALABASTER TO A PROFILE by BERNARD BARTON THE TALENTS by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE LIFE OF RILEY by BERTON BRALEY THE LADY TO HER GUITAR by EMILY JANE BRONTE IN MEMORIAM: J. MACMEIKIN; DIED APRIL 1883 by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |