Pain gnaws at my heart like a rat that gnaws at a beam In the dusty dark of a ghost-frequented house; And I dream of the days forgotten, of love the dream, The desire of her eyes unappeased, and the peace of her brows. I can hear the old rat gnaw in the dark by night, In the deep overshadowing dust that the years have cast; He gnaws at my heart that is empty of all delight, He stirs the dust where the feet of my dreams had passed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEAUTY THAT IS NEVER OLD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON AT NIGHT; SONNET by AMY LOWELL THE CANDLE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD A PSALM OF TRAVEL by GEORGE SANTAYANA TWO FUNERALS: 2. by LOUIS UNTERMEYER FROST AT MIDNIGHT by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE NO MASTER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |