And still the roses gleam for me, The sombre leaves their tremour keep; Here in the grass I wake from sleep. I long for thee, For now the midnight is so deep. The moon 's behind the garden gate, Her light o'erflows the lake with gloss, And silently the willows wait; On clover moist my limbs I toss. And never was my love so great! So well I ne'er before had known When I embraced thy shoulder dear, Thine inmost self felt blindly near, Why, when my heart had overflown, Thy moans would rise from inmost fear. Oh now, oh, hadst thou seen this glow-- The creeping pair of glow-worms' flame! Ah, nevermore from thee I'll go! I long for thee. And still the roses gleam for me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEDICATIONS AND INSCRIPTIONS: 6. GRUACH by GORDON BOTTOMLEY A SONG [OF DIVINE LOVE] by RICHARD CRASHAW JOHN MOULDY by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE WAVES OF BREFFNY by EVA GORE-BOOTH THE WIND AND THE MOON by GEORGE MACDONALD TO THE BELOVED by ALICE MEYNELL |