LAST night a hand on my window tapped, A voice came out of the sea, 'Awake, awake, thou dreamer, wake, And open thy door to me!' What music this that so long was still, What hand that I thought was cold? 'Come in, sweet ghost, from thy lonely bed, For my longing arms to hold.' I freed my door from the bolt and bar, And the slow tears came to me, For I heard no sound, save the tapping rain And the moan of the rising sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 18 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE DARK FOREST by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS AN ELECTIVE COURSE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH POLYHYMNIA: VERSES TO LORD NORREYS, SELECTION by WILLIAM BASSE PSALM 135 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE HYMN WRITTEN IN DESPONDENCY by ANN ELIZA BLEECKER |