ON such a day of quiet rain When all the air was gray and sweet With unseen flowers, and Spring's dear pain Of longing in her pulses beat SHE may have stood with arms outspread Among the box-trees dripping spice, And listened for his coming tread As for the harps of Paradise. WE sigh for him whom God's red spur Drove glorious up the heights of tears, -- But in the valley, what of her, And her long aching outgrown years? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON FINDING A FAN by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE NIGHT MAIL NORTH (EUSTON SQUARE, 1840) by HENRY CHOLMONDELEY-PENNELL TOM'S GARLAND: UPON THE UNEMPLOYED by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE LEPER (2) by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS DEATH AND THE LADY; THEIR BARGAIN TOLD AGAIN by LEONIE ADAMS |