I'LL come when thou art sadest Bids love in the darkened room When the rude days mirth has vanished And the smile of joy is banished From evenings chilly gloom I'll come when the hearts worst feeling Has entire unbiased sway And my influence o'er thee stealing Greif deepening joy congealing Shall bear thy soul away Listen ' t is just the hour The awful time for thee Dost thou not feel upon thy soul A Flood of strange sensations roll Forerunners of a sterner power Heralds of me | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PARADOX by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 5. THE HOUSE BEAUTIFUL by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON TO A YOUNG MAN ON THE PLATFORM OF A SUBWAY EXPRESS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE BROWN GIANT by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |