The disbeliever walked the moonlit place, Outside of gates of hammered seraf??n, Observing the moon-blotches on the walls. The yellow rocked across the still fa??ades, Or else sat spinning on the pinnacles, While he imagined humming sounds and sleep. The walker in the moonlight walked alone, And each black window of the building balked His loneliness and what was in his mind: If in a shimmering room the babies came, Drawn close by dreams of fledgling wing, It was because night nursed them in its fold. Night nursed not him in whose dark mind The clambering wings of birds of black revolved, Making harsh torment of the solitude. The walker in the moonlight walked alone, And in his heart his disbelief lay cold. His broad-brimmed hat came close upon his eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BATTLE OF THE BALTIC by THOMAS CAMPBELL LOVERS HOW THEY COME AND PART by ROBERT HERRICK SALLY SIMKIN'S LAMENT by THOMAS HOOD ROBIN REDBREAST by MOTHER GOOSE GETTYSBURG [JULY 1-3, 1863] by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE THE ASS IN THE LION'S SKIN by AESOP THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 62. FAREWELL TO JULIET (14) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |