THE lemon-petals gently fall Within the windless Indian night, The wild liana'd waterfall Hangs, lingering like a ghostly light; Drop down to me, and linger long, my heart's entire delight. Among the trees, the fiery flies Move slowly in their robes of flame; Above them, through the liquid skies, The stars in squadrons do the same; Move through the garden down to me, and softly speak my name! By midnight's moving heart that shakes The coloured air and kindling gloom, By all the forms that beauty takes In fruit, in blossom, in perfume, Come down and still the aching doubts that haunt me and consume! Else if the chilly morning break And thou hast heard my voice in vain, Unmoved as is a forest-lake That through the branches hears the rain, Beware lest Love himself pass by to bless thee, and -- refrain! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN HOSPITAL: 21. ROMANCE by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY LIE-AWAKE SONGS: 3 by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR WARNING; SUGGESTED BY THE CHRISTIANA (PA.) TREASON TRIALS by ALFRED GIBBS CAMPBELL AN AUTUMN GHOST-TRAIL by ALICE CHURCHILL CHAPHE THE EIGHT-DAY CLOCK by ALFRED COCHRANE |