THIS is the place, Here shalt thou find Heart, thy delight. Only the wind, Only the night Deepening apace. This is the place— Roses of gold Strewing the grass Wane as of old, Gleam where I pass; Never thy face. Dark is the place, Sealed like a tomb. Liest thou dead, While in the gloom Whence thou hast fled Lampless I pace? This is the place, Why like a ghost, Why do I come? Seeking the lost, Praying the dumb, Senseless in chase Here of a face I shall elude Never again— I, the pursued, Seeking in vain Still in this place. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAUCERS WORDES UNTO ADAM, HIS OWN SCRIVEYN by GEOFFREY CHAUCER THE BRIDGE: PROEM. TO BROOKLYN BRIDGE by HAROLD HART CRANE TO CORINTH by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR TO RICH GIVERS by WALT WHITMAN LINES TO BE SPOKEN BY THOMAS DENMAN.....WHEN FOUR YEARS OLD by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |