As down the purple of the night I watch the flaring meteors race, The gorgeous Bedouins of the dusk Making across the glooms of space, To my fantastic heart's unrest That would be gay, that would be gone, They seem like trysting lovers' souls Too long delayed and hurrying on. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOD AND MY COUNTRY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE DEVIL'S WALK [ON EARTH] by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE RHODORA: ON BEING ASKED, WHENCE IS THE FLOWER? by RALPH WALDO EMERSON TWO WITCHES: 2. THE PAUPER WITCH OF GRAFTON by ROBERT FROST NEGRO by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES FEMININE TALK by MAXWELL BODENHEIM LOVE SONGS: 9. A SIGH FROM OXFORD by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |