IN dreams I met my Love; he stood alone, A sadness like pale mist lay on his face; His eyes met mine, then as with anguish prone, Or yet in shame -- he turned away his gaze. I made no moan, but even as one in sleep Helplessly murmurs, murmuring fell his name, Like tears which tremulous eyelids may not keep, Or flicker of involuntary flame. Sharply he turned: I neither moved nor spoke, But all life's pent-up passion gathered form, Till on our eyes the full-orbed lovelight broke, Even as the sun will break upon a storm, And opening wide his arms, he stood! But I, Like a pale wave with backward fluttering crest, Wavered awhile, then with a rapturous cry, Shivering in ecstasy, fell on his breast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HEALALL by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE LITTLE BEACH BIRD by RICHARD HENRY DANA (1787-1879) IN THE OLD THEATRE, FIESOLE by THOMAS HARDY ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 74 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE WAY OF SACRIFICE by MATTHEW ARNOLD |