Night will be night, not this engulfing wave Of passion-spangled wonder with whose crest We soar ... when you are gone! I'll feel the west New-Washed in blood each sunset; and the grave Her dance of death will fling along the brave Vine-tendrilled woods in bachanal garlands dressed. The dark how deadly! Death still loves the best; And you Death's darling, you that Death must have! You will not come again, oh, never again. The dawnlight, heavy with your nevermore, Will lay a lover's hand upon my door. The pant and yearning of all winds that blow Will call you like my bosom, all in vain. Your new love holds you ... Would I let you go? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 1 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING OUR GOOD PRESIDENT by PHOEBE CARY THE CONVENT THRESHOLD by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE FALL OF JERUSALEM by ALFRED TENNYSON THE VOYAGE; TO MAXIME DU CAMP by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE RECALLED by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |