It rained tonight and down gray Loma's slopes Creep hesitant a thousand vagrant streams Into deep sculptured canyons; like your dreams Of other days; as singing as your hopes Of days to come. How sometimes Fancy scoops A hollow out of Time itself, and gleams Among stilled hours and dead! So long it seems You have but silence known -- your tired heart gropes At first along ways unaccustomed, lost; Then lifts and rushes like this rushing rain, Pours like these rills that search the barren coast And hurtle to the sea. Down some close lane Your heart runs home. So Loma -- lonely ghost -- Awakes tonight and sings and lives again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PRAYER FOR A VERY NEW ANGEL by VIOLET ALLEYN STOREY LOVE: AN ELEGY by MARK AKENSIDE EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 14. THE POWERFUL ATTRACTION by PHILIP AYRES A LETTER by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY LINES TO HANNAH AND PHOEBE by BERNARD BARTON IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: A CONVENT WITHOUT GOD by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |