STAY. Light not the lamp. But let us slake Our eyes in shadow, and do thou unbind Thy brown hair's glossy torrent for a blind About the silent kisses that we take. We are both outwearied with the old heartache. The sun-encumbered sky hath been unkind. Now let us sway in the voluptuous wind That on night's melancholy sea doth wake. Slow sweetness, surging slumber without dream, Funereal ebb and flow in endless stream, Thy hair wherein my drenchéd brow doth drown ... Calm eve that hateth life and fain would pause, How slow the tide of dumb oblivion draws Thro' these close-woven locks of sombre brown. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ABANDONED RANCH, BIG BEND by HAYDEN CARRUTH ON THE SALE OF MY FARM by ROBERT FROST TRANSPOSITIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WHEN I RISE UP by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AT THE MERMAID TAVERN (APRIL 10, 1613) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |