The first time, when at night I went about Locking the doors and windows everywhere, After she died, I seemed to lock her out In the starred silence and the homeless air, And leave her waiting in her gentle way All through the night, till the disconsolate day, Upon the threshold, while we slept, awake: Such things the heart can bear and yet not break. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE METROPOLITAN TOWER by SARA TEASDALE AUTUMN: A DIRGE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 28. AS-BAZIR by EDWIN ARNOLD PSALM 51 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE DRIFTWOOD by DAISY DEAN BUTLER A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 10 by THOMAS CAMPION |