Rain, and the night, and the old familiar door, And the archway dim, and the roadway desolate; Faces that pass, and faces, and more, yet more: Renee! come, for I wait. Pallid out of the darkness, adorably white, Pale as the spirit of rain, with the night in her hair, Renee undulates, shadow-like, under the light, Into the outer air. Mournful, beautiful, calm with that vague unrest, Sad with that sensitive, vaguely ironical mouth; Eyes a-flame with the loveliest, deadliest Fire of passionate youth; Mournful, beautiful, sister of night and rain, Elemental, fashioned of tears and fire, Ever desiring, ever desired in vain, Mother of vain desire; Renee comes to me, she the sorceress, Fate, Subtly insensible, softly invincible, she, Renee, who waits for another, for whom I wait, To linger a moment with me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FREE FANTASIA ON JAPANESE THEMES by AMY LOWELL GALAHAD IN THE CASTLE OF THE MAIDENS by SARA TEASDALE MITHRIDATES by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE OLD MAN DREAMS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES NOBODY KNOWS BUT MOTHER by MARY MORRISON FALLING ASLEEP by SIEGFRIED SASSOON |