I DREAMED last night there were no broken hearts— A lonely house is good to wanderers And the tall trees whispered lullabies beneath the moon. With lights turned low I saw the sea afoam Flash pale behind the tossing, sighing limbs, While just below a dew-strewn path led toward the beach. My eyes were closing when your voice rang soft And laughed—"I came to blow your candles out," Then darkness, silence, but your presence in the dark. Sometime when restless wandering is o'er, And I am all too tired for a dawn, I'd like to lie there with my face turned toward the sea; Your laughing voice for music, quiet eyes— Your eyes above me; then in lasting dark I'd dream forever that there were no broken hearts. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON TALK OF PEACE AT THIS TIME by ROBERT FROST BUT NOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ON VIOLET'S WAFERS, SENT ME WHEN I WAS ILL by SIDNEY LANIER SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: REV. LEMUEL WILEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A BALLAD OF WHITECHAPEL by ISAAC ROSENBERG |