'How have I sigh'd, to think of my return!— No eye will light with kindlier fire for me, No heart will bide my coming, till it burn At every sound of Love's expectancy, No ear alert Love's Messenger to be.— All desolate and drear my lonely room; Deepens my grief amid the enshrouding gloom. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING by HAYDEN CARRUTH IMAGINARY ANCESTORS: THE GIRAFFE WOMAN OF BURMA by MADELINE DEFREES WOMAN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ANSWER TO PRAYER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON BEFORE DAWN; SONNET by AMY LOWELL |