In cloudy quiet of the day, While thrush and robin perched mute on spray, A spectre by the window sat, Brooding thereat. He marked the greenness of the Spring, Daffodil blowing, bird a-wing -- Yet dark the house the years had made Within that Shade. Blinded the rooms wherein no foot falls. Faded the portraits on the walls. Reverberating, shakes the air A river there. Coursing in flood, its infinite roars; From pit to pit its water pours; And he, with countenance unmoved, Hears cry: -- 'Beloved, 'Oh, ere the day be utterly spent, Return, return, from banishment. The night thick-gathers. Weep a prayer For the true and fair!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PLANTATION BACCHANAL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON LEAVING THE HARBOR by LOUIS UNTERMEYER KING DAVID by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET STANZAS TO THE PO by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE GAMBOLS OF CHILDREN by GEORGE DARLEY THE GODS OF THE COPYBOOK HEADINGS by RUDYARD KIPLING EPITAPH ON A JACOBITE by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY |