Midnight long is over-past As we loiter, and the rain falls fast, As we loiter on your doorstep, And the rain falls fast. Will the watchful mother hear, As we whisper, is your mother near, Keeping there behind the curtain An attentive ear? But we have so much to say, As we linger, ere I go my way, In the dark upon your doorstep, We could talk till day. There is no one in the street, As I hold you in my arms, my sweet, As I kiss you on your doorstep, As I kiss you for good-night, my sweet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STORMING OF STONY POINT [JULY 16, 1779] by ARTHUR GUITERMAN THE QUANGLE WANGLE'S HAT by EDWARD LEAR TO ALISON CUNNINGHAM; FROM HER BOY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON ON SENESIS' MUMMY by LEONIE ADAMS PASTEL by MARSDON GILFORD ALBRITTON THE ALBATROSS by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |