VOICE in the night -- crying -- Down in the old sleeping Spanish city, Darkened under her white stars; What says the voice -- its clear lingering anguish? Just the watchman telling his dateless tale of safety? Just a roadman flinging to the moon his song? No! 'Tis one deprived -- a lover's prayer for pity, Just his cry: "How long?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEVEN TIMES SEVEN [- LONGING FOR HOME] by JEAN INGELOW FOR A DEAD LADY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE ABSINTHE-DRINKER by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS EIGHTEEN SIXTY-ONE by WALT WHITMAN HE REMEMBERS FORGOTTEN BEAUTY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE WATER WHEEL by ABU ABD ALLAH OF THE REED THAT THE JEWS SET IN OUR SAVIOUR'S HAND by WILLIAM ALABASTER |