Oh for one night with thee! Shall not the hours Bring round revenge at last, and angry Fate Be slain by white hands nigh Love's golden gate? Shall we not plunge amid the night's dim bowers? Wilt thou not crown me with unheard-of flowers?— Lo! the night waxes onward: it grows late: Rise thou; then falter not, nor turn nor wait:— The freedom of the trackless dark is ours. Oh for one night with thee!—one awful night Amid the stillness of eternity, Wherein to fold thy soul and body white In deathless close imprisoning clasp to me, While all the stars above us mix their bright Souls with the silent soul of all the sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POSY RING by CLEMENT MAROT SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: PETIT THE POET by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DELIA. AN ELEGY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD LINES TO MR. WYNCH ON HIS FORTH-FIFTH BIRTHDAY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE BREAKING POINT by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CROWNED AND WEDDED by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING INCLUSIONS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |