AS I lay awake by my good wife's side, And heard the clock tick through a night in June, I thought of a song with a haunting tune; But the songs that betide, And the tunes that we hear in the ear when the June moon rides in the sky, Fade and die away with the coming of the day. And my haloed angels with golden wings, And the small sweet bells that rang in tune, And the strings that quivered above the quills, And all my mellow imaginings Faded and died away at the coming of the day With the gradual growth and spread of grey Above the hills. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CROSS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE HUMBLE-BEE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE YEAR'S AWAKENING by THOMAS HARDY UPON THE LOSS OF HIS MISTRESSES by ROBERT HERRICK DESERT WIFE by NELLIE COOLEY ALDER PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 47. AL-HAKIM by EDWIN ARNOLD EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 21. 'TIS CONSTANCY THAT GAINS THE PRIZE by PHILIP AYRES |