THE storm-wind is howling Through old pines afar; The drear night is falling Without moon or star. The roused sea is lashing The bold shore behind, And the moan of its ebbing Keeps time with the wind. On, on through the darkness, A spectre, I pass Where, like moaning of broken hearts, Surges the grass! I see her lone head-stone, -- 'T is white as a shroud; Like a pall hangs above it The low drooping cloud. Who speaks through the dark night And lull of the wind? 'T is the sound of the pine-leaves And sea-waves behind. The dead girl is silent, -- I stand by her now; And her pulse beats no quicker, Nor crimsons her brow. The small hand that trembled, When last in my own, Lies patient and folded, And colder than stone. Like the white blossoms falling To-night in the gale, So she in her beauty Sank mournful and pale. Yet I loved her! I utter Such words by her grave, As I would not have spoken Her last breath to save. Of her love the angels In heaven might tell, While mine would be whispered With shudders in hell! 'T was well that the white ones Who bore her to bliss Shut out from her new life The vision of this; Else, sure as I stand here, And speak of my love, She would leave for my darkness Her glory above. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WHITE COMRADE (AFTER W.H. LEATHAM'S 'THE COMRADE IN WHIRE') by ROBERT HAVEN SCHAUFFLER I DREAM I'M LEAVING by MARGARET AHO LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 1. LORD CRASHTON by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM HASTINGS' SONNETS: 4 by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES CROMWELL'S SOLILOQUY OVER THE DEAD BODY OF CHARLES by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON QUATRAIN: THE UNIMAGINATIVE by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN PINDARIC ODE: DESTINIE [DESTINY] by ABRAHAM COWLEY IMPROMPTU ON READING THE CHAPTER ON POLYGAMY by WILLIAM COWPER THE BOROUGH: LETTER 17. THE HOSPITAL AND GOVERNORS by GEORGE CRABBE |