The twilight droops across the day, I watch her portrait on the wall Palely recede into the grey That palely comes and covers all. The sad Spring twilight, dull, forlorn, The menace of the dreary night; But in her face, more fair than morn, A sweet suspension of delight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FROST AT MIDNIGHT by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE BUONAPARTE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE SORROW OF LOVE (2) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS PRAYER OF THE LOST by ALETHEA TODD ALDERSON ON AN INTAGLIO HEAD OF MINERVA (2) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |