WAITING for words -- as on the broad expanse Of heaven the formless vapors of the night, Expectant, wait the oracle of light Interpreting their dumb significance; Or like a star that in the morning glance Shrinks, as a folding blossom, from the sight, Nor wakens till upon the western height The shadows to their evening towers advance -- So, in my soul, a dream ineffable, Expectant of the sunshine or the shade, Hath oft, upon the brink of twilight chill, Or at the dawn's pale glimmering portal stayed In tears, that all the quivering eyelids fill, In smiles, that on the lip of silence fade. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GREAT CAROUSAL by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE HOUSEKEEPER by ROBERT FROST D.G.C. TO J.A by EMILY JANE BRONTE TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: THE BIRDS OF KILLINGWORTH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SINCE THOU ART GONE by HENRY VAUGHAN THE PEN by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM ON THE PICTURE OF LUCRETIA STABBING HERSELF by PHILIP AYRES |