My friend, I know you are not near, Yet, strangely so, your voice I seem to hear. It comes as through the falling rain, Dripping with sorrow's sad refrain. My heart gives answer to the tryst, And tries to find you through the mist, But vainly struggles on its way, Until I kneel and for you pray. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TEARS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING PRELUDES: 1-4 (COMPLETE) by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT SNOWFLAKES by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW LONDON'S SUMMER MORNING by MARY DARBY ROBINSON AN ARMY CORPS ON THE MARCH by WALT WHITMAN PRAYER TO THE VIRGIN OF CHARTRES by HENRY BROOKS ADAMS |