Into the lonely room, Spawning an icy gloom, Lost in a wandering swoon Gloats the wide-horned moon. Silent the shadows gray Shrink from her touch away, Loathing her leprous light Spotting the robe of Night, Moulting a hoary gloom Over a haunted room. Cometh no whisper there: Spasms of dank despair Curdle the echoes round, Stifling the birth of sound In the grim charnel-womb Of the deserted room. Stark are the staring walls, Like unto lidless balls -- Domes of departed sleep -- Doomed evermore to keep Watch o'er the prisoned gloom Of the forsaken room. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 18 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A HYMN; AFTER READING 'LEAD, KINDLY LIGHT' by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE GODS OF THE COPYBOOK HEADINGS by RUDYARD KIPLING EVENING CLOUDS by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: PETIT THE POET by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |