WHERE Thou art not no day holds light for me, The brightest noontide turns to midnight deep; There no bird sings, but awesome shadows creep, -- Persistent ghosts that hold my memory, And walk where Joy and Hope once walked with thee, And in thy place their lonesome vigil keep, -- Sad shades that haunt the inmost ways of sleep, No kindly morning ever bids them flee. Those tireless footsteps, will they never cease? Like crownless queens they tread their ancient ways, -- Pale phantoms of old dreams and vanished days, -- And mock my poor endeavors after peace. Too long this Arctic night, too keen its cold; Come back, strong sun, and warm me as of old! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LET ME NOT LOSES MY DREAM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A LILLIPUTIAN ODE ON THEIR MAJESTIES' ACCESSION by HENRY CAREY (1687-1743) PROMISES LIKE A PIE-CRUST by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 78. BODY'S BEAUTY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI VAN ELSEN by FREDERICK GEORGE SCOTT THE MOCKING-BIRD by FRANK LEBBY STANTON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 92. AL-ZARR by EDWIN ARNOLD AN EPITAPH UPON THE DEATH OF HIS AUNT, ELIZABETH SKRYMSHER by RICHARD BARNFIELD |