MANY visions of times long vanish'd Arise from out of their tomb, And show me how once in thy presence I lived in my life's young bloom. All day I mournfully totter'd Through the streets, as though in a dream The people gazed on me with wonder, So silent and sad did I seem. The night-time suited me better, Deserted the streets were then, And I and my shadow together We wandered in silence again. With footsteps echoing loudly I wander'd over the bridge; The moon with solemn look hail'd me As she burst through the cloudy ridge. I stood in front of thy dwelling, And fondly gazed up on high; I gazed up towards thy window, My heart breathed many a sigh. Well know I that thou from the window Full often hast gazed below, And in the moonlight hast seen me Stand fix'd, the image of woe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SUN'S TRAVELS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON LOVE AND LIFE. A SONG by JOHN WILMOT WINDOW TRIMMER by MARGARET LEE ASHLEY RETURN TO TOMHANICK by ANN ELIZA BLEECKER THE FAKENHAM GHOST by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD |