MY crippled sense fares bow'd along His uncompanioned way, And wronged by death pays life with wrong And I wake by night and dream by day. And the Morning seems but fatigued Night That hath wept his visage pale, And the healthy mark 'twixt dark and light In sickly sameness out doth fail. And the woods stare strange, and the wind is dumb, -- O Wind, pray talk again -- And the Hand of the Frost spreads stark and numb As Death's on the deadened window-pane. Still dumb, thou Wind, old voluble friend? And the middle of the day is cold, And the heart of eve beats lax i' the end As a legend's climax poorly told. Oh vain the up-straining of the hands In the chamber late at night, Oh vain the complainings, the hot demands, The prayers for a sound, the tears for a sight. No word from over the starry line, No motion felt in the dark, And never a day gives ever a sign Or a dream sets seal with palpable mark. And O my God, how slight it were, How nothing, thou All! to thee, That a kiss or a whisper might fall from her Down by the way of Time to me: Or some least grace of the body of love, -- Mere wafture of floating-by, Mere sense of unseen smiling above, Mere hint sincere of a large blue eye, Mere dim receipt of sad delight From Nearness warm in the air, What time with the passing of the night She also passed, somehow, somewhere. BALTIMORE, 1876. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOHN CABANIS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CHANSON INNOCENTE: 2 by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS THE VICAR OF WAKEFIELD: SONG by OLIVER GOLDSMITH A DIALOGUE BETWEEN THE SOUL AND BODY by ANDREW MARVELL THE FAMILY MAN by JOHN GODFREY SAXE THE KING'S DAUGHTER by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE POLYHYMNIA: DEDICATION TO THE COUNTESS OF LINDSEY by WILLIAM BASSE |