At last we parley: we so strangely dumb In such a close communion! It befell About the sounding of the Matin-bell, And lo! her place was vacant, and the hum Of loneliness was round me. Then I rose, And my disordered brain did guide my foot To that old wood where our first love-salute Was interchanged: the source of many throes! There did I see her, not alone. I moved Toward her, and made proffer of my arm. She took it simply, with no rude alarm; And that disturbing shadow passed reproved. I felt the pained speech coming, and declared My firm belief in her, ere she could speak. A ghastly morning came into her cheek, While with a widening soul on me she stared. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FUNERAL HYMN by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE CASTAWAY by WILLIAM COWPER BARNEY'S INVITATION by PHILIP FRENEAU TO HIS WATCH, WHEN HE COULD NOT SLEEP by EDWARD HERBERT DEATH IN THE KITCHEN by THOMAS HOOD JOY OF THE MORNING by EDWIN MARKHAM |