THE lake comes throbbing in with voice of pain Across these flats, athwart the sunset's glow, I see her face, I know her voice again, Her lips, her breath, O God, as long ago. To live the sweet past over I would fain, As lives the day in the red sunset's fire, That all these wild, wan marshlands now would stain, With the dawn's memories, loves and flushed desire. I call her back across the vanished years, Nor vain -- a white-armed phantom fills her place; Its eyes the wind-blown sunset fires, its tears This rain of spray that blows about my face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...QUATRAIN: FROM EASTERN SOURCES: 1 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ON FILE by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS SONG AND SINGER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TALES OF THE HALL: BOOK 16. LADY BARBARA; OR, THE GHOST by GEORGE CRABBE IN MAY by ANNA BUNSTON DE BARY FRIDAY NIGHT by MIRIAM DEL BANCO A SONG TO THE LUTE IN MUSICKE by RICHARD EDWARDS (1523-1566) |