I may forget all mortal things, But not that night, the dome of cloud, The rattling wheels that made our whispers loud, As heart-beats grew to whisperings: The long Embankment with its lights, The pavement glittering with fallen rain, The magic and the mystery that are night's, And human love without the pain. The river shook with wavering gleams, That softly plunged through depths that lay Impenetrable as the grave of day, As near and far away as dreams. A bright train flashed with all its squares Of warm light where the bridge lay mistily. The night was all about us: we were free, Free of the day and all its cares! That was an hour of bliss too long, Too long to last where joy is brief. Yet one escape of souls may yield relief To many weary seasons' wrong. "O last for ever!" my heart cried; It ended: heaven was done. I had been dreaming by her side That heaven was but begun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RAIN ON A GRAVE by THOMAS HARDY O BLACK AND UNKNOWN BARDS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON BROWNING AT ASOLO by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON SISTER HELEN by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SONNET: 16 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |