There's something lovely In a thing unfinished -- A night that's almost changed to morn. There's something tantalizing in this symbol -- A thing about to be, and yet unborn. A symphony that's not completed, The drops left in a goblet, clear, A hint of fragrance, lost, yet half-remembered, A wave of laughter touched with notes of fear. A bud that soon may chance to open, The indecision of the twilight air, Of lips that poised for love's expression Would meet, but do not dare. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TERMINUS (1) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON WORDLY WISE (5) by MOTHER GOOSE GLORY OF WOMEN by SIEGFRIED SASSOON ERRING IN COMPANY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE DEATH OF A FRIEND by LEVI BISHOP MALEFACTORS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |