MOONLIGHT upon the mullioned pane, Moonlight flooding the vacant stair, Moonlight throbbing a soft refrain, Ever as I sit brooding there. Ever -- and all its strain to be "Dorothy -- Dorothy!" Back from my chair the shadows glide, And in the corner the armor glows -- Helm of the knight who rode by thy side, Greave of the hero who wore thy rose, Relics of olden chivalry -- "Dorothy -- Dorothy!" Over my head the 'scutcheons hang -- Marquis, and earl, and baronet. And, as I ponder, the gisarms clang, Truncheon on halberd ringing yet. Back flit the days of cap-a-pie. "Dorothy -- Dorothy!" Wake! for the backlog smolders dead; The gray dawn steals through the mullioned pane. Burned is the incense, the past has fled, Yet through my soul swells the soft refrain -- Dear golden dream days of thine and thee -- "Dorothy -- Dorothy!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN OLD WOMAN OF THE ROADS by PADRAIC COLUM WRITTEN IN MARCH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH BEHIND TIME by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE OLD GHOST by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 58 by BLISS CARMAN TALE: 18. THE WAGER by GEORGE CRABBE |