Your presence sweet oft comes to me in dreams, O'er me it bends and smiles, caressing me, And gently chides, but with a kiss, it seems For foolish tears I shed; I laugh in glee But ere the golden day has come you flee Away—O dear white angel clad in light, Why is it God Will only let you come to me by night? At eve, my dear, you're something felt, not seen, Like an invisible wave of soft sea-air; When day grows still and skies are opaline You wrap yourself in cloudy mist, to fare Forth down a glimmering starry stair,— I'm glad to bid the lonely day adieu, I love the night because it brings me you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEACE by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS WOO NOT THE WORLD by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 14. AL-MUZAWWIR by EDWIN ARNOLD IRON HEEL by ANNE MILLAY BREMER THE CUSTOM HOUSE by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS PINDARIC ODE: DESTINIE [DESTINY] by ABRAHAM COWLEY |