Out of the valley of the Shadow of Death Who cometh, through the haunted Hollow Land? On those tired lips of mine whose quickening breath, In this long yearning clasp whose tremulous hand? O, is it death or dream, madness, or what Fantastic torture of the chemic brain, That brings thee here, as thus, when all forgot, Thy body sleeps, as mine doth, free from pain? What is the brooding word upon thy lips O beautiful image of my heart's desire? What is the ominous shadow of eclipse That dusks those veiled eyes' redeeming fire? O soul whom I from life to life have sought, What menace haunteth joy so dearly bought? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BEAST OF BURDEN by MARIANNE MOORE NEW LOVE AND OLD by SARA TEASDALE CHRISTMAS BELLS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: THE HILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MAY EVENING by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |