JOAN, when the twilight shadows fall And you are standing by the old lych gate, Do gentle zephyrs ever softly call My name to you and tell you that I wait? Does no soft breathing of the scented eve Recall the happy dreams we had of old, When in your bonnie eyes my world lie hid? Without their light the world is dark and cold. Joan, as of old, within my heart Thy memory aye shall live in tender shrine, And O, I pray that life will leave no smart Or aught but peace and happiness in thine. Then in the afterwards our hands may meet, Which here seem fated to remain afar; Yet I am better to have known you, sweet, And your dear eyes shall be my guiding star. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD MAN AND JIM by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY THE SONG OF A TRAVELLER by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON DELIVERANCE by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THIS STORY MORALIZED by WILLIAM BASSE THE PRINCESS by BJORNSTJERNE MARTINIUS BJORNSON HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 36 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH THE HOPELESS PASSION by BERTON BRALEY PARLEYINGS WITH CERTAIN PEOPLE OF IMPORTANCE: DANIEL BARTOLI by ROBERT BROWNING |