COME to me, not as once thou camest, Night! With light and splendor up the gorgeous West; Easing the heart's rich sense of thee with sighs Sobbed out of all emotion on Love's breast; While the dark world waned wavering into rest, Half seen athwart the dim delicious light Of languid eyes: But softly, soberly; and dark -- more dark! Till my life's shadow lose itself in thine. Athwart the light of slowly-gathering tears, That come between me and the starlight, shine From distant melancholy deeps divine, While day slips downward through a rosy arc To other spheres. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF THE SHEPHERDS by EDWIN MARKHAM THE FALLEN STAR by GEORGE DARLEY SETTING SAIL by EMILY DICKINSON MADRIGAL: 109 by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI LILIES: 13. 'LET US NEVER COMFORT EACH OTHER INTO SLEEP' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE WIDOWER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD WHEN TWILIGHT COMES WITH DREAMS by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |