"When Winter on forgotten woods moves somber you, lonely captive of the threshold, sigh that this twin grave which is to be our pride alas! but by lack of thick bouquets is cumbered. Heedless when Midnight cast its vacant number a vigil vaunts you not to close your eye until within the ancient armchair, my Shade is illumined by the final ember. Who would receive the Visit must not load too thick with flowers the stone my finger lifts with ennui of a power that has decayed. Soul, at the bright hearth trembling to be seated, I live again, assuming from your lips my name in murmurs evening-long repeated." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MADAGASCAR: AUBADE by WILLIAM DAVENANT TO MY DEAR FRIEND, MR. CONGREVE, ON HIS COMEDY, 'THE DOUBLE-DEALER' by JOHN DRYDEN EXILED by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY SONNET: 14. ON THE RELIGIOUS MEMORY OF CATHERINE THOMASON by JOHN MILTON THE INDIAN UPON GOD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS IF I ONLY WAS THE FELLOW by WILL S. ADKIN EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 15. RATHER DEEDS THAN WORDS by PHILIP AYRES |