Poetry Explorer

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

MY LOST LOVE by ANONYMOUS

First Line: WHEN THE SILENCE OF THE MIDNIGHT
Last Line: MY LOST LOVE GIVES ME BACK MY YOUTH
Subject(s): MEMORY;
WHEN the silence of the midnight
Closes round my lonely room,
And faintly struggling through the curtains
Mystic moonbeams light the gloom;
When above the fevered fancies
Of the weary heart and brain
Kindly slumber, creeping near me,
Reasserts her welcome reign;
In the seeming
Of my dreaming,
In all the glow that used to be,
My lost love comes back to me.

When the fair, delusive phantom
Fades before the wakening dawn,
And the rosy smile of sunrise
Gleams athwart the dew-drenched lawn;
Gazing from the open lattice,
Yearning memory pictures there,
Shadowed by enlacing branches,
Sweet blue eyes and golden hair;
And the sunlight
Takes the one light
That it had for me erewhile
In my lost love's happy smile.

In the glory of the noontide,
Her low ringing laugh I hear;
In the whispering of the leaflets,
Her light footstep springing near;
In each snow-white lily's swaying
Is reflection of her grace;
In each rose's opening beauty
Shines for me her fair young face;
Till through the falling
Shadows calling,
As even darkens hill and plain,
I hear my lost love's voice again.

So the hours are peopled for me
Through the haunted days and nights;
While fancy mocks my lonely vigils
With the ghost of dead delights;
And I let loud life sweep by me,
Dreaming by the silent hearth,
Where the vision of my darling
Gives old gladness back to earth:
While through each gloaming
Softly coming,
In sweet, false lights of joy and truth,
My lost love gives me back my youth.



Home: PoetryExplorer.net