All hushed and still within the house; Without--all wind and driving rain; But something whispers to my mind, Through rain and through the wailing wind, Never again. Never again? Why not again? Memory has power as real as thine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WHEEL OF BEING II by HAYDEN CARRUTH BROTHERHOOD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON YOUNG LINCOLN by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: AT FAIRBANKS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. CHARLES BLISS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |