HER terrace looking down upon the lake Has corners where the deepest shadows are, And there we sit to watch the evening-star, And try what melody our lutes can make; Our reticent hearts with longing almost break, The while her gleaming eyes strain out afar, As though her soul would seek the utmost bar Where faltering sunset quivers, flake by flake; My forehead rests against the balustrade; My cheeks flush hot and cold; my eager eyes Are fixed on hers until the moon shall rise, -- The splendid moon of Love, -- and unafraid The utmost debt of passionate hope be paid, And all be given that now her heart denies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OCTAVES: 15 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON DRIFTERS: BELLA COOLA TO WILLIAMS LAKE by KAREN SWENSON THE EXCHANGE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TWILIGHT AT THE HEIGHTS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER WILLIE WINKIE by WILLIAM MILLER A WOMAN'S QUESTION by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 16. AL-KAHHAR by EDWIN ARNOLD URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THIS STORY MORALIZED by WILLIAM BASSE |