THUS as I yearned for love, At length the clouds parted, And I knew the old old vision: Him with the sorrowful eyes (pain, unrelenting pain) With the distant piercing unapproachable eyes, I knew,— The face from the murky clouds disclosed, and with drawn again. O night, fold upon fold, impenetrable, with silent tears in the darkness falling—mute night, remover of all evidence! O dawn, with early rising almost before it is light, and preparations for a long journey! O day, with children playing by the roadside, and greetings exchanged, and cheery demeanor! And somewhere, unseen, over all, the same unapproachable eyes looking as ever down. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH IN BALLADE FORM by FRANCOIS VILLON THE PURPLE COW by FRANK GELETT BURGESS TO A LOUSE, ON SEEING ONE ON A LADY'S BONNET AT CHURCH by ROBERT BURNS THE NEW ARRIVAL by GEORGE WASHINGTON CABLE DIFFERENT MINDS by RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH ECCLESIASTES by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN PARLEYINGS WITH CERTAIN PEOPLE OF IMPORTANCE: CHARLES AVISON by ROBERT BROWNING |