"O WHENCE do you come, Figure in the night-fog that chills me numb?" "I come to you across from my house up there, And I don't mind the brine-mist clinging to me That blows from the quay, For I heard him in my chamber, and thought you unaware. "But what did you hear, That brought you blindly knocking in this middle-watch so drear?" "My sailor son's voice as 'twere calling at your door, And I don't mind my bare feet clammy on the stones, And the blight to my bones, For he only knows of @3this@1 house I lived in before." "Nobody's nigh, Woman like a skeleton, with socket-sunk eye." "Ah -- nobody's nigh! And my life is drearisome, And this is the old home we loved in many a day Before he went away; And the salt fog mops me. And nobody's come!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANSWER TO PRAYER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON NEW LOVE AND OLD by SARA TEASDALE SONGS AND THE POET (FOR SARA TEASDALE) by LOUIS UNTERMEYER SUFFERED UNDER PONTIUS PILATE, WAS CRUCIFIED, DEAD, AND BURIED by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 72 by PHILIP SIDNEY |