THE clouds have deepened o'er the night Till, through the dark profound, The moon is but a stain of light, And all the stars are drowned; And all the stars are drowned, my love, And all the skies are drear; But what care we for light above, If light of love is here? The wind is like a wounded thing That beats about the gloom With baffled breast and drooping wing, And wail of deepest doom; And wail of deepest doom, my love; But what have we to fear From night, or rain, or winds above, With love and laughter here? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BROTHERHOOD (2) by EDWIN MARKHAM WHEN LOVE GOES by SARA TEASDALE WHAT AILS THIS HEART O'MINE? by SUSANNA BLAMIRE EVANGELINE; A TALE OF ACADIE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE END OF THE PLAY by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY A WAYFARING SONG by HENRY VAN DYKE DOVE RIVER ANTHOLOGY, BY OWN WILLIAM WORDSWORTH: LUCY GRAY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |