OH, where art thou dreaming— On land or on sea? In my lattice is gleaming The watch-light for thee; And this fond heart is glowing To welcome thee home. And the night is fast going, But thou art not come: No, thou comest not! 'Tis the time when night-flowers Should wake from their rest: 'Tis the hour of all hours When the lute singeth best. But the flowers are half sleeping Till thy glance they see! And the hushed lute is keeping Its music for thee: Yet thou comest not! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHANSON D'AUTOMNE by PAUL VERLAINE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 90. 'RETRO ME, SATHANA!' by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE SONG OF THE ILL-BELOVED; TO PAUL LEAUTARD by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE THE FROZEN GRAIL (TO PEARY AND HIS MEN) by ELSA BARKER THE DEEPER FRIENDSHIP by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 27 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |