AS I lay awake by my good wife's side, And heard the clock tick through a night in June, I thought of a song with a haunting tune; But the songs that betide, And the tunes that we hear in the ear when the June moon rides in the sky, Fade and die away with the coming of the day. And my haloed angels with golden wings, And the small sweet bells that rang in tune, And the strings that quivered above the quills, And all my mellow imaginings Faded and died away at the coming of the day With the gradual growth and spread of grey Above the hills. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VISIONS: 4. A ROSE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) STRANGE HURT [SHE KNOWS] by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES AUBADE [OR, A MORNING SONG FOR IMOGEN], FR. CYMBELINE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IN THE BELFRY OF THE NIEUWE KERK by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH COME UP HIGHER by MINNIE KEITH BAILEY STANZAS TO A LADY by JOHN CODRINGTON BAMPFYLDE A CHRISTMAS CAMP ON THE SAN GABR'EL by AMELIA EDITH HUDDLESTON BARR |