DUSK—and a hunger for your face That grows, with brooding twilight, deeper, While in this hushed and cheerless place, The world lies, like a careless sleeper. Oh for a brave, red wave of sound To send Life flowing somehow through me; Oh for the blatant, human round To end these hours lone and gloomy. At last—the friendly summer night, And children's voices calling after. Long avenues sing out with light; Murmurs arise and bursts of laughter. I hear the lisp of happy feet— Life goes by like a rushing river— A boy comes whistling up the street... And I am lonelier than ever. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG: WOO'D AND MARRIED AND A' by JOANNA BAILLIE EVENEN IN THE VILLAGE by WILLIAM BARNES THE SEA-LIMITS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI WRITTEN AT AN INN AT HENLEY by WILLIAM SHENSTONE WASHINGTON'S MONUMENT, FEBRUARY, 1885 by WALT WHITMAN AT FONT-GEORGES by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE BE DRUNK by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |