Mauve dusk enshrouds the saffron west; (I watch—alone.) Soon fades the light from yon hill crest, (My prayers atone!) The nighthawk cleaves the darkling sky; (My Love—come home!) His flight evades my questing eye. (Must you still roam?) Now blinks the sky with faint star-shine; (Why did we part?) Vouchsafe to me the Roman's sign. (Chill grows my heart.) The nighthawk calls loud to his mate; (I call you—Dear.) I listen for the voice of Fate. ... (Do you not hear?) Song omens answer from a-far; (Joy wings above.) Two swift shapes spiral toward a star. (So comes my Love.) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEAD LEAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON JULY IN GEORGY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON MOTHER NIGHT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON EIGHTEEN-DOLLAR TAXI TRIP TO TIZAPAN AND BACK TO CHAPALA by CLARENCE MAJOR TO HELEN KELLER - HUMANITARIAN, SOCIAL DEMOCRAT, GREAT SOUL by EDWIN MARKHAM HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 11 by EZRA POUND |