They made the chamber sweet with flowers and leaves, And the bed sweet with flowers on which I lay; While my soul, love-bound, loitered on its way. I did not hear the birds about the eaves, Nor hear the reapers talk among the sheaves: Only my soul kept watch from day to day, My thirsty soul kept watch for one away: -- Perhaps he loves, I thought, remembers, grieves. At length there came the step upon the stair, Upon the lock the old familiar hand: Then first my spirit seemed to scent the air Of Paradise; then first the tardy sand Of time ran golden; and I felt my hair Put on a glory, and my soul expand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WAR IS KIND: 23 by STEPHEN CRANE EPIGRAM: TO FOOL, OR KNAVE by BEN JONSON THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: MARCH by EDMUND SPENSER CLEVER TOM CLINCH GOING TO BE HANGED by JONATHAN SWIFT AFTER YEARS by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE SEA DREAM by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |