PRAY but one prayer for me 'twixt thy closed lips, Think but one thought of me up in the stars. The summer night waneth, the morning light slips Faint and gray 'twixt the leaves of the aspen betwixt the cloud-bars, That are patiently waiting there for the dawn: Patient and colourless, though Heaven's gold Waits to float through them along with the sun. Far out in the meadows, above the young corn, The heavy elms wait, and restless and cold The uneasy wind rises; the roses are dun; Through the long twilight they pray for the dawn Round the lone house in the midst of the corn. Speak but one word to me over the corn, Over the tender, bow'd locks of the corn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG FOR COLIN by SARA TEASDALE INFANT JOY, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE SONG FOR JULY 12TH, 1843 by JOHN DE JEAN FRAZER ESTRANGEMENT by WILLIAM WATSON THE AUTO-DA-FE; A LEGEND OF SPAIN by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM WHEN GOD WEARIED by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |