ROUND the sadness of my days Breaks a melody of praise Like a shining storm of petals, Like a lustrous rain of pearls, From the lutes of eager minstrels, From the lips of glowing girls. Round the sadness of my nights Breaks a carnival of lights. ... But amid the gleaming pageant Of life's gay and dancing crowd Glides my cold heart like a spectre In a rose-encircled shroud. Love, beyond these lonely years Lies there still a shrine of tears, A dim sanctuary of sorrow Where my grieving heart may rest, And on some deep tide of slumber Reach the comfort of your breast? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PAINS OF SLEEP by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE PHILOSOPHER by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY TO MY CHILDREN: 3 by DOLLIE CAROLINE MAITLAND RADFORD THE LITTLE OLD WOMEN by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE RHAPSODY by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |