I WOKE to find my pillow wet With tears for deeds deep hid in sleep. I knew no sorrow here, but yet The tears fell softly through the deep. Your eyes, your other eyes of dream, Looked at me through the veil of blank; I saw their joyous, starlit gleam Like one who watches rank on rank. His victor airy legions wind And pass before his awful throne— Was there thy loving heart unkind, Was I thy captive all o'erthrown? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOOTH'S PHILIPPI by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MEMORY OF APRIL by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: AUGUST by EDMUND SPENSER IN MEMORY: MISS JEWETT by GRACE ALLERTON ANDREWS A NEW BIRTH by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG TO ADOLPHE GAIFFE by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE |