WAVING slowly before me, pushed into the dark, Unseen my hands explore the silence, drawing the bark Of my body slowly behind. Nothing to meet my fingers but the fleece of night Invisible blinding my face and my eyes! What if in their flight My hands should touch the door! What if I suddenly stumble, and push the door Open, and a great grey dawn swirls over my feet, before I can draw back! What if unwitting I set the door of eternity wide And am swept away in the horrible dawn, am gone down the tide Of eternal hereafter! Catch my hands, my darling, between your breasts. Take them away from their venture, before fate wrests The meaning out of them. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FETES GALANTES: PANYOMIME by PAUL VERLAINE IN DISPRAISE OF THE MOON by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 2. HEAT by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER DIVINA COMMEDIA (INTRODUCTORY POEMS): 1 by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE RUSTIC LAD'S LAMENT IN THE TOWN by DAVID MACBETH MOIR NOBODY KNOWS BUT MOTHER by MARY MORRISON |