And to the night winds cried out 'Guillardun,' And thrice thro' space he call'd her tristfully; And 'Guillardun' he sigh'd to the pale moon To the silvery chime and cadence of the sea; And evermore was 'Guillardun' his rune, The music of her name his lullaby. Whilst morn and eve her passionate pale face Rose up to shatter his resolvéd peace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS MEMORY by HAYDEN CARRUTH LOCKED OUT; AS TOLD TO A CHILD by ROBERT FROST |