"THERE is a budding morrow in midnight:"-- So sang our Keats, our English nightingale. And here, as lamps across the bridge turn pale In London's smokeless resurrection-light, Dark breaks to dawn. But o'er the deadly blight Of love deflowered and sorrow of none avail Which makes this man gasp and this woman quail, Can day from darkness ever again take flight? Ah! gave not these two hearts their mutual pledge, Under one mantle sheltered 'neath the hedge In gloaming courship? And O God! to-day He only knows he holds her;--but what part Can life now take? She cries in her locked heart,-- "Leave me--I do not know you--go away!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE'S TENDRILS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO THE THAWING WIND by ROBERT FROST THE SKELETON OF THE FUTURE; AT LENIN'S TOMB by CHRISTOPHER MURRAY GRIEVE STRANGE HURT [SHE KNOWS] by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES TWO LIVES: CONCLUSION. INDIAN SUMMER by WILLIAM ELLERY LEONARD THE BELLS OF LYNN; HEARD AT NAHANT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |