She wept. - Life's purple tide began to flow In lanquid streams through every thrilling vein; Dim were my swimming eyes - my pulse beat slow. And my full heart was swell'd to dear delicious pain. Life left my loaded heart, and closing eye; A sigh recall'd the wanderer to my breast; Dear was the pause of life, and dear the sigh That call'd the wanderer home, and home to rest. That tear proclaims - in thee each virtue dwells, And bright will shine in misery's midnight hour; As the soft star of dewy evening tells What radianr fires were drown'd by day's malignant pow'r, That only wait the darkness of the night To cheer the wand'ring wretch with hospitable light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NIGHT IN ARIZONA by SARA TEASDALE A HYMN FOR PROCESSION WITH CROSS AND BANNERS by SABINE BARING-GOULD CHIQUITA by FRANCIS BRET HARTE ANOTHER GRACE FOR A CHILD by ROBERT HERRICK PRAYER IN THE TRENCHES by BRENT DOW ALLINSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 44. ALLAH-AL-RAKIB by EDWIN ARNOLD |