The evening hour of love's brief happy day, And where is She now while the last sands run? Her smile I welcomed with the rising sun, Nor dreamed the dusk would find her far away. I, on the threshold in the last warm ray, Remember how when morn had but begun We stood together here. The dream is done, And in the shadow all alone I stay. The world is quiet, and its quietness Is in my mind where all thoughts come and go Unnoticed as the birds that fail to bless This sad hour with a single song I know; And hope within my heart grows less and less And dies out with the day's last golden glow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHITE NOCTURNE by CONRAD AIKEN POETICAL ABSTRACTS: 2. METAPHYSICAL by HAYDEN CARRUTH ODE TO THE BROWN PAPER BAG by JAMES GALVIN STORIES ARE MADE OF MISTAKES by JAMES GALVIN TO JOHN BROWN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DAT GAL O' MINE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |