ALL day I bar you from my slightest thought; Make myself clear of you or any mark Of our wrecked dawn and the uprising lark; Am stern and strong, and do the thing I ought. Yet ever are there moments with you fraught: I hear you like some glad sound in the dark; You wait like bloom outside my branches stark; I dare not heed; else were my fight unfought. But when the clamor and the heat are done, And spent with both I come unto that door, Sleep opens for me every setting sun, The bitter lies behind, the sweet before. We that are twain by day, at night are one. A dream can bring me to your arms once more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DIRGE FOR MCPHERSON; KILLED IN FRONT OF ATLANTA by HERMAN MELVILLE BROTHER GENE by EVA K. ANGLESBURG WAR AUTOBIOGRAPHY; WRITTEN IN ILLNESS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A WOMAN'S SONNETS: 10 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT FRIENDSHIP by MARIA GOWEN BROOKS |