The wind and the day had lived together , They died together, and far away Spoke farewell in the sultry weather, Out of the sunset, over the heather, The dying wind and the dying day. Far in the south, the summer levin Flushed, a flame in the gray soft air: We seemed to look on the hills of heaven; You saw within, but to me 'twas given To see your face, as an angel's, there. Never again, ah surely never Shall we wait and watch, where of old we stood, The low good-night of the hill and the river, The faint light fade, and the wan stars quiver, Twain grown one in the solitude. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MIDNIGHT-BY THE OPEN WINDOW by LOUIS UNTERMEYER COLLOQUE SENTIMENTAL by PAUL VERLAINE JUNE (1) by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WHEN MY SHIP COMES IN by ROBERT JONES BURDETTE THE WALLS DO NOT FALL: 4 by HILDA DOOLITTLE SONG OF THE SILENT LAND by JOHANN GAUDENZ VON SALIS-SEEWIS DEATH THE LEVELLER, FR. THE CONTENTION OF AJAX AND ULYSSES by JAMES SHIRLEY |