HE knocked, and I beheld him at the door-- A vision for the gods to verify. "What battered ancientry is this," thought I, "And when, if ever, did we meet before?" But ask him as I might, I got no more For answer than a moaning and a cry: Too late to parley, but in time to die, He staggered, and lay shapeless on the floor. When had I known him? And what brought him here? Love, warning, malediction, hunger, fear? Surely I never thwarted such as he?-- Again, what soiled obscurity was this: Out of what scum, and up from what abyss, Had they arrived--these rags of memory? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARTING AT MORNING by ROBERT BROWNING SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 3. BY HER AUNT'S GRAVE by THOMAS HARDY DAFFODILS by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE AN ALPINE DESCENT by SAMUEL ROGERS THE DYING SOLDIER by ISAAC ROSENBERG ENVOI: DEATH (1) by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |