I LISTEN for him through the rain, And in the dusk of starless hours I know that he will come again; Loth was he ever to forsake me: He comes with glimmering of flowers And stir of music to awake me. Spirit of purity, he stands As once he lived in charm and grace: I may not hold him with my hands, Nor bid him stay to heal my sorrow; Only his fair, unshadowed face Abides with me until to-morrow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SCILLA'S METAMORPHOSIS: MELANCHOLY by THOMAS LODGE THE PREACHER by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER SHRODON FEAR: THE VU'ST PEART by WILLIAM BARNES THE WEDDING FEAST: 4 by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH WHEN LOVE MEETS LOVE by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |