Down the quiet eve, Thro' my window with the sunset, Pipes to me a distant organ Foolish ditties; And, as when you change Pictures in a magic lantern, Books, beds, bottles, floor, and ceiling Fade and vanish, And I'm well once more. . . . August flares adust and torrid, But my heart is full of April Sap and sweetness. In the quiet eve I am loitering, longing, dreaming . . . Dreaming, and a distant organ Pipes me ditties. I can see the shop, I can smell the sprinkled pavement, Where she serves -- her chestnut chignon Thrills my senses! O, the sight and scent, Wistful eve and perfumed pavement! In the distance pipes an organ . . . The sensation Comes to me anew, And my spirit for a moment Thro' breathes the blessed Airs of London. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WOMAN'S INCONSTANCY by ROBERT AYTON ASKING FOR ROSES by ROBERT FROST IN HOSPITAL: 4. BEFORE by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY THE GHOSTS OF THE BUFFALOES by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE MEN BEHIND THE GUNS by JOHN JEROME ROONEY THE DEATH OF YE LIFE OF LOVE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT TO THE MEMORY OF CHARLES BROCKDEN BROWN by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |