I LEARN to lag behind my life's desire That I, impelled not rashly to despair, May rather guide still hope to some sweet air Of high achievement where, with statelier fire, Nearer the stars, my passion may aspire! Slow-tongued Experience teaches me to bear On lips more patient Love's impatient prayer, With toiling hands to weave my dream's attire! Yet, oh, when fragrant evening dims the world What moon-flames burn in all the lamps of dew! What lonely roses lift their hearts impearled— What silence waits the step and voice of you! Then, then, all fails; my empty arms outstart For one brief hour to strain you to my heart! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE TRENCHES by RICHARD ALDINGTON A MINOR POET by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET AFTERGLOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |