The lonesome house drove me outside. In the darkness the blossoms gleamed -- Pale ghosts of their bright daytime selves, While the cold moon wallowed through clouds. A drear wind whispered to the trees Disturbing all the half-dead leaves, Making the iris tremble and shrink. From the nearby woods a mocking bird Shrilled a mad ecstatic deluge, As if to drown the babel sounds Released by the awful night hours. A whippoorwill's poignant calling, The ululation of a dog, The ghoulish barking of a fox, An owl's lonely shuddering voice. Riven by pangs of loneliness! Alone! a dreadful word that clings To one robbed by death and marriage. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RETIRED CAT by WILLIAM COWPER A TRAMPWOMAN'S TRAGEDY by THOMAS HARDY WINTER'S EVENING HYMN TO MY FIRE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL SONG [WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1732] by GEORGE LYTTELTON KITTY OF THE SHERRAGH VANE by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: THE CANTICLE OF LOVE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |