OUT of the wild and weary night I see the morning softly rise, But oh, my lovely, lovely eyes! The world is dim without your light. I see the young buds break and start To fresher life when frosts are o'er, But oh, my rose-red mouth! no more Will kiss of yours delight my heart. The worm that knows nor hope nor trust Comes forth with glorious wings dispread, But oh, my little golden head! I see you only in the dust. I hear the calling of the lark, Despite the cloud, despite the rain; But oh, my snow-white hands! in vain I search to find you through the dark. When the strong whirlwind's rage is o'er, A whisper bids the land rejoice; But oh, my gentle, gentle voice Your music gladdens me no more. But though no earthly joy dispel This gloom that fills my life with woe, My sweetest, and my best! I know That you are still alive and well. Alive and well: oh, blissful thought! In some sweet clime, I know not where; I only know that you are there, And sickness, pain, and death are not. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEFORE DAWN; SONNET by AMY LOWELL FIRST FRUIT by ISAAC ROSENBERG TO A DOG'S MEMORY by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY IN HOSPITAL: 23. MUSIC by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY LOVE AND AGE by THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK TO A GENTLEMAN & LADY ON THE DEATH ... CHILD NAMED AVIS by PHILLIS WHEATLEY |