LAST night a hand on my window tapped, A voice came out of the sea, 'Awake, awake, thou dreamer, wake, And open thy door to me!' What music this that so long was still, What hand that I thought was cold? 'Come in, sweet ghost, from thy lonely bed, For my longing arms to hold.' I freed my door from the bolt and bar, And the slow tears came to me, For I heard no sound, save the tapping rain And the moan of the rising sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RELIEF OF LUCKNOW (SEPTEMBER 25, 1857) by ROBERT TRAILL SPENCE LOWELL A WHITE ROSE by JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY THE LAST INVOCATION by WALT WHITMAN LITTLE BERNHARD by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS TRICKSTERS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET CHRISTMAS EVE by MATHILDE BLIND THE MATCH by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |