OUR party scattered at yellow dusk and I came home to bed; I woke at midnight and went for a walk, leaning heavily on a friend. As I lay on my pillow my vinous complexion, soothed by sleep, grew sober; In front of the tower the ocean moon, accompanying the tide, had risen. The swallows, about to return to the beams, went back to roost again; The candle at my window, just going out, suddenly revived its light. All the time till dawn came, still my thoughts were muddled; And in my ears something sounded like the music of flutes and strings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: CUPID AND VENUS by MARK ALEXANDER BOYD ROUEN; 26 APRIL - 25 MAY 1915 by MAY WEDDERBURN CANNAN ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: FOURTH SONG by PHILIP SIDNEY S. MARY MAGDALEN'S OINTMENT by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |