LAST night the nightingale waked me, Last night when all was still; It sang in the golden moonlight From out the woodland hill. I opened the window gently, And all was dreamy dew -- And oh! the bird, my darling, Was singing, singing of you! I think of you in the day-time; I dream of you by night -- I wake -- would you were near me And hot tears blind my sight. I hear a sigh in the lime-tree, The wind is floating through, And oh! the night, my darling, Is longing, longing for you. Nor think I can forget you! I could not though I would! I see you in all around me, -- The stream, the night, the wood; The flowers that sleep so gently, The stars above the blue, Oh! heaven itself, my darling, Is praying, praying for you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APRIL, 1885 by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES BEFORE MARCHING, AND AFTER (IN MEMORIAM F.W.G.) by THOMAS HARDY TO DEAN-BOURN, A RUDE RIVER IN DEVON, BY WHICH ... HE LIVED by ROBERT HERRICK A PRAYER, LIVING AND DYING by AUGUSTUS MONTAGUE TOPLADY AT FAREWELL by GEORGE W. BERGQUIST RHAPSODY by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS THE BROKEN PITCHER by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |