I LISTEN and I listen For one I long to greet, And I hear the ceaseless passing Of footsteps on the street. I hear them coming, coming, So straight, so sure, so fast; And I hush my heart to hearken. But all the feet go past. Will it be so for ever? As on my bed I lie, And count the pleasures coming, Will every one go by? Or may it one day happen, That when I hark no more, Some late lone joy, unnoticed, Will linger at my door? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHANGED WOMAN by LOUISE BOGAN TO MILITARY PROGRESS by MARIANNE MOORE IN A RESTAURANT by SARA TEASDALE FETES GALANTES: ROMANCES SANS PAROLE, SELECTION by PAUL VERLAINE PSALM 104: THE MAJESTY AND MERCY OF GOD by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |