DUSK—and a hunger for your face That grows, with brooding twilight, deeper, While in this hushed and cheerless place, The world lies, like a careless sleeper. Oh for a brave, red wave of sound To send Life flowing somehow through me; Oh for the blatant, human round To end these hours lone and gloomy. At last—the friendly summer night, And children's voices calling after. Long avenues sing out with light; Murmurs arise and bursts of laughter. I hear the lisp of happy feet— Life goes by like a rushing river— A boy comes whistling up the street... And I am lonelier than ever. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWENTY-FOUR HOKKU ON A MODERN THEME by AMY LOWELL CONTRA MORTEM: THE NOTHING II by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE HILL ABOVE THE MINE by MALCOLM COWLEY O SOUTHLAND! by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ON VIOLET'S WAFERS, SENT ME WHEN I WAS ILL by SIDNEY LANIER BROTHERHOOD (2) by EDWIN MARKHAM MONODY ON THE DEATH OF WILLIAM MARION REEDY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |