Night, dim night, and it rains, my love, it rains, (Art thou dreaming of me, I wonder) The trees are sad, and the wind complains, Outside the rolling of the thunder, And the beat against the panes. Heart, my heart, thou art mournful in the rain, (Are thy redolent lips aquiver?) My soul seeks thine, doth it seek in vain? My love goes surging like a river, Shall its tide bear naught save pain? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 2: 3. ARBOR VITAE by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE EPITAPHIUM CITHARISTRIAE by VICTOR GUSTAVE PLARR HESPERIDES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A WOMAN'S APOLOGY by ALFRED AUSTIN |