THE room is cold and dark to-night: The fire is low, -- Why come you, you who love the light, To mock me so? I pray you leave me now alone; You worked your will, And turned my heart to frozen stone, -- Why haunt me still? I got me to this empty place; I shut the door, -- Yet through the dark I see your face Just as of yore. The old smile curves your lips to-night; Your deep eyes glow With that old gleam that made them bright So long ago. I listen: do I hear your tone The silence thrill? Why come you? I would be alone; Why vex me still? What! Would you that we re-embrace, -- We two once more? Are these your tears that wet my face Just as before? You left to seek some new delight, Yet your tears flow; What sorrow brings you back to-night? Shall I not know? I will not let you grieve alone, -- The night is chill, -- Though love is dead and hope has flown, Pity lives still. How silent is the empty space! Dreamed I once more? Henceforth against your haunting face I bar the door. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUTH AND AGE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE CAGED GOLDFINCH by THOMAS HARDY MADLY SINGING IN THE MOUNTAINS by PO CHU-YI LILIES: 14. THE AWAKING by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) ECHOES OF SPRING: 10 by MATHILDE BLIND TIME'S REVENGES by ROBERT BROWNING |