Into my garden sweet and fair Brightly the sun at noonday shines, Melting the frost from the wintry air, Warming the trellis of leafless vines. Basking there in the genial heat, South of my sheltering vineyard wall, Strolling, I dream in my lov'd retreat, -- The smile of the sun-god over all. Far too early a shadow dark, Cast by the neighboring mountain's crest, Stealthily creeps across the park, Bringing a chill from the sombre west. Little by little my sunlit space Shrinks to a narrowing path of light; Further and further with dread I trace The sure advance of approaching night. Soon will arrive its twilight pall; Then, as the potent change is felt, The fountain's drops will cease to fall And feathery films refuse to melt. But still in the solar warmth I wait, The hand of my lov'd one clasped in mine; Is that a tear? It is growing late, And she asks how long the sun will shine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAESAR'S LOST TRANSPORT SHIPS by ROBERT FROST OLD MEN ON THE COURTHOUSE LAWN, MURRAY, KENTUCKY by JAMES GALVIN DEVASTATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PEACE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LOHENGRIN; PROEM by EMMA LAZARUS THE SLAVE TRADE: VIEW FROM THE MIDDLE PASSAGE by CLARENCE MAJOR |