And now, at last, I must away, But if I tend another fire In some man's house this you will say -- It is not that her love doth tire: This is the price she has to pay, For bread she gets no other way, Still dreaming of her heart's desire. And so she went out from the door While I sat quiet, in my chair: She ran back once, again -- no more... I heard a footstep on the stair! A lifted latch! One moment fleet I heard the noises of the street, Then silence booming everywhere! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A LUTE FOUND IN A SARCOPHAGUS by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE UNDER HOUSE ARREST IN WINDSOR by HENRY HOWARD ULTIMA THULE: THE TIDE RISES by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW OVERTURE TO A DANCE OF LOCOMOTIVES by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS OH, MOTHER DEAR! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS BLIND OLD MILTON by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN LILIES: 9. BENEATH LOFTIER STARS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |