I LONG in vain by day, but when the night With all its jewels stars the waiting sky, And vagrant fireflies like stray souls flit by, She seeks me in the tender waning light, And sits beside me there, a Presence white; -- Her eyes yearn for me, and her dear lips sigh, But if to clasp her cold soft hands I try The shadows deepen, and she fades from sight. O lost and dear! -- by what strange, devious way Does she escape? for I, too, fain would flee From all the hollow pageantry of life, And with her through immortal meadows stray. The free winds mock my quest, stars laugh to see, And I wait helpless till Death end the strife. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DESERT WIFE by NELLIE COOLEY ALDER ECLOGUE: THE 'LOTMENTS by WILLIAM BARNES SEND FORTH THE VOICE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON I SHALL FASHION SONGS by LOIS R. CARPENTER CLEOPATRA DYING by THOMAS STEPHENS COLLIER YOU INTERFERING LADIES by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |