BENEATH her window in the cool, calm night I stood, and made as though I would have sung, Being full of life and confident and young, And dreaming only of young love's delight; Then suddenly I saw the gloom divide, And gliding from the darkest cypress-tree Death came, white-boned, and snatcht my lute from me, And sat himself, grimacing, by my side. Just then, as when the golden moon looks down On starless waters from a stony sky, My love's fair face shone out above on high; Whereat I, fearing nothing of Death's frown, Turned smiling to salute her lovely head, And when I turned again, lo! Death had fled! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRY OF THE CHILDREN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING IN HOSPITAL: 21. ROMANCE by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY EPITAPH ON THOMAS CLERE, SURREY'S FAITHFUL FRIEND AND FOLLOWER by HENRY HOWARD BLIGHTERS by SIEGFRIED SASSOON |