WHEN we were parted, sweet, and darkness came, I used to strike a match, and hold the flame Before your picture and would breathless mark The answering glimmer of the tiny spark That brought to life the magic of your eyes, Their wistful tenderness, their glad surprise. Holding that mimic torch before your shrine I used to light your eyes and make them mine; Watch them like stars set in a lonely sky, Whisper my heart out, yearning for reply; Summon your lips from far across the sea Bidding them live a twilight hour with me. Then, when the match was shrivelled into gloom, Lo -- you were with me in the darkened room. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VALLEY'S SINGING DAY by ROBERT FROST AN EGYPTIAN PULLED GLASS BOTTLE IN THE SHAPE OF A FISH by MARIANNE MOORE THE POET'S SONG FOR HIS WIFE by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER BEAUTIFUL SNOW by JOHN WHITAKER WATSON HE REMEMBERS FORGOTTEN BEAUTY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE DANUBE RIVER by C. HAMILTON AIDE ON THE DEATH OF THE PRINCESS CHARLOTTE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |