From the candles and dumb shadows, And the house where love had died, I stole to the vast moonlight And the whispering life outside. But I found no lips of comfort, No home in the moon's light (I, little and lone and frightened In the unfriendly night), And no meaning in the voices. . . . Far over the lands andt light. Oh! the wind with soft beguiling Would have stolen my thought away; And the night, subtly smiling, Came by the silver way; And the moon came down and danced to me, And her robe was white and flying; And trees bent their heads to me Mysteriously crying; And dead voices wept around me; And dead soft fingers thrilled; And the little gods whispered. . . . But ever Desperately I willed; Till all grew soft and far And silent . . . And suddenly I found you white and radiant, Sleeping quietly, Far out through the tides of darkness. And I there in that great light Was alone no more, nor fearful; For there, in the homely night, Was no thought else that mattered, And nothing else was true, But the white fire of moonlight, And a white dream of you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONSIDER by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI FIFTY FAGGOTS by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS TWENTY BLOCKS by EGMONT HEGEL ARENS BEWILDERMENT by VERNE TAYLOR BENEDICT SONG OF SOLOMON: AWAKE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE AUGURY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN PINE TREES by MAXWELL BODENHEIM |