It rained tonight and down gray Loma's slopes Creep hesitant a thousand vagrant streams Into deep sculptured canyons; like your dreams Of other days; as singing as your hopes Of days to come. How sometimes Fancy scoops A hollow out of Time itself, and gleams Among stilled hours and dead! So long it seems You have but silence known -- your tired heart gropes At first along ways unaccustomed, lost; Then lifts and rushes like this rushing rain, Pours like these rills that search the barren coast And hurtle to the sea. Down some close lane Your heart runs home. So Loma -- lonely ghost -- Awakes tonight and sings and lives again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BEST [THING IN THE WORLD] by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE WIND (2) by EMILY DICKINSON EPICOENE; OR, THE SILENT WOMAN: FREEDOM IN DRESS by BEN JONSON ANECDOTE OF THE JAR by WALLACE STEVENS TO A WITHERED ROSE by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS |