I go forth from my dwelling Still drowsed with sleep; A light rain Patters on my hands. But a breath of the dawning Not my due Clothes me and blends with The last of my dreams. And as a sigh From a happy spirit, So pure a breathing Spreads through the heavens That my heart is pierced With the memory Of mornings long before When I went forth. The days of my youth Are all but over; Many of life's falsehoods No more impose on me. But still I am moved Strangely, strangely, When this gleaming Lights my way forth, When on rainy mornings The sky still breathes Its cry of hope I do not understand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY BOOKS by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON CUPID MISTAKEN by MATTHEW PRIOR TO THE STATES. TO IDENTIFY THE 16TH, 17TH, OR 18TH PRESIDENTIAD by WALT WHITMAN MY FRIEND by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS CIGARS AND BEER by GEORGE ARNOLD |