Good night, good night. And this is warning: I'll be kind and cold-hearted with you -- I will take you with me any morning Up the path where this evening we flew To the lap where we lay in the hills. There, where the lavish sun spills To the level of the hollow, Where the sun-motes flicker and fall And the flakes of the sparse leaves follow, When you see the sure sun crawl Where you saw the huge moon hover And the swallows go southward, over -- You will wonder you loved me at all! You will know that you wanted, and made A girl-lover of moon-shade. Morning, and the sane light chills The love, the loved, and the lover; Why search for the thing lost On scarlet leaves, under frost? There is only the frost in the hills! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COMING OF WISDOM WITH TIME by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE THANKSGIVING IN BOSTON HARBOR [JUNE 12, 1630] by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH A FAREWELL [TO C.E.G.] by CHARLES KINGSLEY THE FLIGHT OF LOVE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE LUMINOUS HANDS OF GOD by ELEANOR WARFIELD KENLY BACON THE HALCYON BIRDS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |