LAST night at last I found a chance To dip into your new romance. The night was wild without, but fair This valley of my easy chair; As, with your book, I settled there Before the cheery grate, The clock struck eight. I read the opening chapter through, And after that I never knew -- Nor cared, indeed -- how fared the night Beyond those borders of delight Wherein my spirit winged its flight; For other ears, not mine, The clock struck nine. The while your book was in my hands My soul sojourned in other lands, But then, ah! then -- I cannot tell Just what it was that broke the spell. Perhaps it was the book that fell -- I woke, and, sakes alive! The clock struck five. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOTHING WILL CURE THE SICK LION BUT TO EAT AN APE' by MARIANNE MOORE A DAY IN THE CASTLE OF ENVY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT GHOST OF THE BEAUTIFUL PAST by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SONG by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE NOVEMBER by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 26. ELEGIAC VERSE: THE NINETH EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION |