THE brooding hours, through the dull afternoon. Pause, while a torrid sun flames in the sky. (O heart of mine, dream of a long, cool dune, Where breezes wander by!) Hemmed in by granite walls, the very paves Grow worn and weary with the ceaseless heat. (O heart, dream of a shore where foam-flecked waves Surge, crash, and wildly beat!) The sad hours creep toward the dim light of dusk -- Ah! how each laggard moment slowly goes! (O heart, dream of a garden filled with musk And the sweet scent of rose!) The sun goes down at last, and lo! a breeze Pours through the mighty cavern of the streets. (O sleeping heart, dream of unsheltered seas Where the glad, fresh rain beats!) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MUSICAL INSTRUMENT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING CUBA LIBRA [APRIL, 1896] by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER BEFORE PARTING by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 65. AL-WAJID by EDWIN ARNOLD ON H---- THE PICK THANK by WILLIAM BLAKE |