Rain, and the night, and the old familiar door, And the archway dim, and the roadway desolate; Faces that pass, and faces, and more, yet more: Renee! come, for I wait. Pallid out of the darkness, adorably white, Pale as the spirit of rain, with the night in her hair, Renee undulates, shadow-like, under the light, Into the outer air. Mournful, beautiful, calm with that vague unrest, Sad with that sensitive, vaguely ironical mouth; Eyes a-flame with the loveliest, deadliest Fire of passionate youth; Mournful, beautiful, sister of night and rain, Elemental, fashioned of tears and fire, Ever desiring, ever desired in vain, Mother of vain desire; Renee comes to me, she the sorceress, Fate, Subtly insensible, softly invincible, she, Renee, who waits for another, for whom I wait, To linger a moment with me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPILOGUE FROM EMBLEMS OF LOVE by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE THE REVEILLE by FRANCIS BRET HARTE SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 30 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI EVEN SO by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI HALSTED STREET CAR by CARL SANDBURG ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 8. ON LEAVING HOLLAND by MARK AKENSIDE |