DARK is the iris meadow, Dark is the ivory tower, And lightly the young moth's shadow Sleeps on the passion-flower. Gone are our day's red roses. So lovely and lost and few, But the first star uncloses A silver bud in the blue. Night, and a flame in the embers Where the seal of the years was set, When the almond-bough remembers How shall my heart forget ? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JEPHTHA'S DAUGHTER by GEORGE GORDON BYRON BITTERNESS by VICTORIA MARY SACKVILLE-WEST MY FORMER LIFE by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE LIFE-POWER by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON ETHINTHUS, QUEEN OF WATERS by WILLIAM BLAKE BATTALION IN REST by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |