WHEN wanes the garish light of day, and stilly night comes on, And forth in Heaven's quiet blue the stars peep one by one,— I think of Friendship's blighted wreath, love's blossoms all laid low, Those hours of sunshine, oh, how brief, how long this night of woe. Ah, then does sadness swell my heart, and loneliness more drear, 'Mid well known scenes where thou hast been, and thou no longer here. Now from the bosom of the earth, come fair and fresh Spring-flowers, Frail as the joys which had their birth in other, happier hours; Though Spring is here all loveliness, she brings no joy to me, How can this heart know happiness when parted thus from thee? As the streamlet to the flowers that on its border grow, As to the spring the song of birds upon the bending bough, As music on the waters, as a white sail on the sea, So is thy presence to my heart, so dear art thou to me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SUPERSEDED by THOMAS HARDY CALDWELL OF SPRINGFIELD [JUNE 23, 1780] by FRANCIS BRET HARTE HIS PRAYER TO BEN JONSON by ROBERT HERRICK BOUND NO'TH BLUES by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES TO A DOG by JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY SACRIFICE by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL KITTY NEIL by JOHN FRANCIS WALLER AN ELECTIVE COURSE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 2. FINLAY by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |