Starred nights, white days and days of blue, each chasing each with gladsome mirth above the changing shapes of Earth, soon I'll no longer gaze on you; suns peeping through the leaves, to throw into the glade the tawny flames of lamps, of hearths, and dancing chains of lights that set the streets aglow, the flares from heaving barques that glance, the phosphor of an April sea, the planets beaming over France, faint lights I loved so eagerly, and you, the sweet, dear, trembling eyes, green rogues I did so much adore, I shall behold your dance no more; I shall behold your dance no more; loves little lights that cheered the dark, lights of France, gold core of summer's husk -- tonight there comes a greedy spark to burn the dead leaf of the dusk! Death's mighty flame, whose golden worth so vastly all my soul invites that I shall close my eyes on Earth to the dancing of the little lights. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COLORED SOLDIERS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR UPON MY LADY CARLISLE'S WALKING IN HAMPTON COURT GARDEN by JOHN SUCKLING SOLOMON AND THE WITCH by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS EVENING by ISABELLA LOCKHART ALDERMAN FRATERNITY by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH OH, TORTURE NOT MY SOUL! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |