NOW the quietude of earth Nestles deep my heart within; Friendships new and strange have birth Since I left the city's din. Here the tempest stays its guile, Like a big kind brother plays, Romps and pauses here awhile From its immemorial ways. Now the silver light of dawn Slipping through the leaves that fleck My one window, hurries on, Throws its arms around my neck. Darkness to my doorway hies, Lays her chin upon the roof, And her burning seraph eyes Now no longer keep aloof. And the ancient mystery Holds its hands out day by day, Takes a chair and croons with me By my cabin built of clay. When the dusky shadow flits By the chimney nook I see Where the old enchanter sits, Smiles, and waves, and beckons me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APOLOGIA PRO POEMATE MEO by WILFRED OWEN A LETTER TO LADY [MISS] MARGARET-CAVANDISH-HOLLES-HARLEY, WHEN A CHILD by MATTHEW PRIOR THE LEPRECAUN, OR THE FAIRY SHOEMAKER by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM TO DR. AIKIN ON HIS COMPLAINING THAT SHE NEGLECTED HIM by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 12 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE STEALING OF THE MARE; AN ARABIC EPIC OF THE TENTH CENTURY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 35 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |