The moonlight lies a pavement on the grass, The forest is dark air against the sky - I leave my chow-dog by the fire, and pass The window-pane on to the void. A cry Behind me, on my track, sharp as the sight Injured ghost, intrepid in its pain, And whimsical as effort of a sprite To do an errand on the earth again! A cry - my knowledge of the heart it wrings Has held me many years from liberty, From Anet, and from Blois; and, as I Iive, The motion of that tender vocative Shall stay my foot from all those dreamed things, And the diverse kingdoms over sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG FOR ST. CECILIA'S DAY by JOHN DRYDEN THE PHANTOM KISS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR LET ME FORGET by OMA CARLYLE ANDERSON ROUNDEL FOR THESE TIMES by ADELIA DOOLITTLE BAUER WINTER WIZARDRY by LAURA S. BECK THE CHIEF AMONG TEN THOUSAND (SONG OF SOLOMON) by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR |