There's moaning somewhere in the dark. I want to know what it may be. The wind is angry with the night-- Yet the wind's moan sounds not so near. The wind will always moan at night. 'Tis in my ear my blood that moans-- My blood, forsooth. Yet not so strangely moans my blood. My blood is tranquil like the night. I think a heart must moan somewhere. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RABBI BEN EZRA by ROBERT BROWNING THE DOVE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE SAND-MAN by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR WHEN I BUY PICTURES by MARIANNE MOORE THE WINDING ROAD by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN SONG, FR. A VISION OF GIORGIONE: GEMMA'S SONG ON THE WAY by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |