The swan, wild-clanging, scoured the midnight lake, And broke my dream of Annie, and I lay, Through those brief hours before the dawn of day, Chiding the sound that startled me awake. Ungracious bird, why didst thou come between My loving question and her dear reply? I saw her parted lip, her downcast eye, I saw how sweet her answer would have been, Hadst thou not cried just then in love's despite! For once, I pray, thy clamorous zeal forbear, And grant this easy boon to me and her: I claim my perfect dream: be mute to-night: Thy voice kept Annie silent: I foresee Thy silence will be Annie's voice to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIGHT TO DIE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE MOTHER IN THE HOUSE by HERMANN HAGEDORN BURIAL OF THE MINNISINK by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW PRAYER OF COLUMBUS by WALT WHITMAN AN ANNOTATION by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN CLEVEDON VERSES: 9. THE VOICES OF NATURE by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN BANNOCKS O' BARLEY by ROBERT BURNS MEG O' THE MILL by ROBERT BURNS TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. THUS I YEARNED FOR LOVE by EDWARD CARPENTER |