And still the roses gleam for me, The sombre leaves their tremour keep; Here in the grass I wake from sleep. I long for thee, For now the midnight is so deep. The moon 's behind the garden gate, Her light o'erflows the lake with gloss, And silently the willows wait; On clover moist my limbs I toss. And never was my love so great! So well I ne'er before had known When I embraced thy shoulder dear, Thine inmost self felt blindly near, Why, when my heart had overflown, Thy moans would rise from inmost fear. Oh now, oh, hadst thou seen this glow-- The creeping pair of glow-worms' flame! Ah, nevermore from thee I'll go! I long for thee. And still the roses gleam for me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE ON THE POPULAR SUPERSTITIONS OF THE HIGHLANDS OF SCOTLAND by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) THE BEAUTIFUL by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE FLOWER OF FINAE by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 54 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE SPIDER AND THE FLY by MARY HOWITT A MAN BY THE NAME OF BOLUS by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY A SONG TO CELIA by CHARLES SEDLEY |