I WAKE in the night, and my heart says, "Hark!" I lie like a corpse in my cool white place. For hoofs go by in the dark, in the dark. I turn on my pillow and bury my face. The night is a tomb that smothers and sounds. The night is a cavern uncressetted. The blood in my ears like a mallet pounds. My heart goes wild and my eyes see red: Red and purple with prickling light, Terrible broken light like glass. For your hoofs go by in the breathing night, And I dare not call you nor see you pass. Loud on the bridge and up the hill, Low and dull on the turfy lawn: You ride with the wind, at the dark wind's will, With the alien stars, an hour ere dawn. * * * * * When I am dead, and the tapers burn, As stiff and pale in my place I lie, What shall I do if I cannot turn And bury my face when the hoofs go by? What if my body rose in its shroud, And leaned like a mist the casement through, Being no longer mortal and proud, -- Questing you, calling you, claiming you? Would you draw rein? Would you see my face Wan with wonder and love and death Shine out once from the window-space, -- Shine, then fade with the frost's white breath? Would you draw rein? Who knows? The tide Of my blood runs high, and my heart says "Hark!" I have long to live, while you ride -- you ride -- Out in the dark; out there in the dark. -- | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE ROAD TO CHORRERA by ARLO BATES SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 1 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS: BOOK 3. THE SECOND SONG by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) SONG OF THE CORN by JAMES EDWIN CAMPBELL THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 11 by THOMAS CAMPION TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. ELDER SOLDIER IN BROTHERHOOD TO THE YOUNGER by EDWARD CARPENTER TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. WHEN I LOOK UPON YOUR FACES by EDWARD CARPENTER SEVEN SONNETS ON THE THOUGHT OF DEATH: 2 by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |