THE room is cold and dark to-night: The fire is low, -- Why come you, you who love the light, To mock me so? I pray you leave me now alone; You worked your will, And turned my heart to frozen stone, -- Why haunt me still? I got me to this empty place; I shut the door, -- Yet through the dark I see your face Just as of yore. The old smile curves your lips to-night; Your deep eyes glow With that old gleam that made them bright So long ago. I listen: do I hear your tone The silence thrill? Why come you? I would be alone; Why vex me still? What! Would you that we re-embrace, -- We two once more? Are these your tears that wet my face Just as before? You left to seek some new delight, Yet your tears flow; What sorrow brings you back to-night? Shall I not know? I will not let you grieve alone, -- The night is chill, -- Though love is dead and hope has flown, Pity lives still. How silent is the empty space! Dreamed I once more? Henceforth against your haunting face I bar the door. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ELIZABETH CHILDERS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE KANSAS EMIGRANTS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER AUGUST SUNSET OVER LAKE CHAMPLAIN by FRANK A. BALCH BILL SWEENY OF THE BLACK GANG by JAMES BARNES THE STUDENT'S SERENADE by ANNE BRONTE IN THE FOREST by MAURICE BUCHOR |