I WAITED through the night, while summer blew The breath of roses through my darkened room. The whispering breeze just stirred the leafy gloom Beyond the window. On the lawn the dew Lay glistening in the starlight. No one knew I did not sleep, but waited here my doom Or victory. I saw the light-house loom Across the bay. The silence grew and grew, And hour by hour kept pace with my suspense. Each rustling noise, each passing footstep seemed The coming messenger I hoped yet feared. At last a knock -- a throb -- a pause intense -- Your letter came. I read as if I dreamed. Almost too great to bear my bliss appeared! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO DAISIES, NOT TO SHUT TOO SOON by ROBERT HERRICK THE FIRST DANDELION by WALT WHITMAN A PREPARATORY HYMNE TO THE WEEK OF MEDITACIONS UPON, & DEVOUT EXERCISE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT TORRISMOND; AN UNFINISHED DRAMA by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES WINTER IN IRELAND by CHARLES BEWLEY FAREWELL TO AUTUMN by JULIA FIELD BROWN THE WIND AND STREAM by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT AN ADMONITION AGAINST SWEARING, ADDRESSED TO AN OFFICER IN THE ARMY by JOHN BYROM |