ALL night in vision behold I thee, And see thee greeting me kindly; And loudly weeping then throw I me Before thy sweet feet blindly. With sorrowing looks thou stand'st in my view, Thy fair locks mournfully shaking; While teardrops bright of pearly hue From thy dear eyes are breaking. A gentle word thou dost secretly say, And givest a cypress-wreath sweetly; I awake, and the wreath has vanish'd away, And the word is forgotten completely. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INSCRIPTIONS: 1. FOR A GROTTO by MARK AKENSIDE BUNKER HILL by GEORGE HENRY CALVERT THE BOSTON EVENING TRANSCRIPT by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT THE TRAGEDY OF VALENTINIAN: THE POWER OF LOVE by JOHN FLETCHER SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 92 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE WOODSPURGE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI OUR BE'THPLEACE by WILLIAM BARNES |