Song-in-my-heart, my heart's sorrow, my delight, I hear a thin whistling as of a high arrow in flight Or when the wind suddenly leaps, leaving the grass snowy-white: Is it your voice, Song-in-my-heart, that calls to me to-night? It is dark here, my Love, my Pulse, my Heart, my Flame: Dark the night, dark with wind and cloud, the wind without aim Baffled and blind, the cloud low, broken, dragging, lame, And a stir in the darkness at the end of the room sighing my name, whispering my name! Is that the sea calling, or the hounds of the sea, or the wind's hounds Baffling billow on billow, wave into wave, with trampling sounds As of herds confusedly crowding gorges?— or with leaps and bounds The narwhals in the polar seas crashing between ice-grown mounds? Great is that dark noise under the black north wind Out on the sea to-night: but still it is—still as the frost that bind The stark inland waters in green depths where icebergs grind— In this noise of shaking storm in my heart and this blast sweeping my mind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EGERTON MANUSCRIPT: 104. JOPAS'S SONG by THOMAS WYATT RYTON FIRS by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE ONLY A WOMAN by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK FIRST FIG by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE PROSPECTOR by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE DISCIPLINE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |