The days lie dark between our jeweled meetings Like wintry burials. My heart bows low before the cheerless hearth Until your voice rings through the gloom And bids me Wake! And live! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FALCONER OF GOD by WILLIAM ROSE BENET NO BABY IN THE HOUSE by CLARA G. DOLLIVER THE HAUNTED OAK by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SUMMER NIGHT, RIVERSIDE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A TOMB BY THE SEA by AULUS LICINIUS ARCHIAS FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 1. A LITTLE BREATH I'LL BORROW by THOMAS CAMPION AT THE END OF THE ROAD by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN TO A LADY, WITH FALCONER'S 'SHIPWRECK' by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |