When night is come and lovers meet, And glow-worms all their lights have hung, And nightingales sink killing sweet, Where erst the low-voiced loriots sung, -- I tune my lute at your window-bar, And call you -- My Star! When dawn is white, and tipt with red; And, shouting 'mid the misty firs, The shepherds leave their mountain-bed For pastures mad with grasshoppers, -- I wait you in your garden-way, And call you -- My Day! When noon is over-hot and high, And viners loll the walls along, And mountains melt in gauzy sky, And shrill cicadas whirr with song, -- I lay me in your lime's leaf-light, And call you -- My Night! When twilight comes and tolls the bell, The bier winds slowly t'wards the church; The reapers wish the passer well, And stars come out and pigeons perch, -- I lay me where your love is rife, And call you -- My Life! When day and all is dead and wail'd, And all's undone that might have been, -- In heaven's high music-room gargeyl'd, I scrape the quill to my mandoline, -- I'll time me where you read your scroll, And call you -- My Soul! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE FIRE IN THE WOODS by HAYDEN CARRUTH SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALFRED MOIR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WILLIAM AND EMILY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NOTHING WILL CURE THE SICK LION BUT TO EAT AN APE' by MARIANNE MOORE DOCTOR OF BILLIARDS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |