In cloudy quiet of the day, While thrush and robin perched mute on spray, A spectre by the window sat, Brooding thereat. He marked the greenness of the Spring, Daffodil blowing, bird a-wing -- Yet dark the house the years had made Within that Shade. Blinded the rooms wherein no foot falls. Faded the portraits on the walls. Reverberating, shakes the air A river there. Coursing in flood, its infinite roars; From pit to pit its water pours; And he, with countenance unmoved, Hears cry: -- 'Beloved, 'Oh, ere the day be utterly spent, Return, return, from banishment. The night thick-gathers. Weep a prayer For the true and fair!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRODIGAL SON by DAVID IGNATOW LOVE IS LIKE A DIZZINESS by JAMES HOGG THIS COMPOST: 1. by WALT WHITMAN |