WAKE, do you wake in the dark in the strange far place, Window and door not set like the ones we knew, Leaning your face through the dark for another face, Stretching your arms to the arms that are far from you, Even as I, through the depth of this darkness, do? Sleep, do you sleep in the house in the lonely land? In the lonely room do you hear no steps draw near? Do you miss in the darkness the hand that implores your hand, See through the darkness your last dream disappear, And weep, as I weep, in the outer darkness here? Dream, do you dream? Nay, never a dream will stay, Never a phantom is fond, or a vision kind. Your dreams elude you and fly through the dark my way, My dreams fly forth to you whom they may not find; And we in the darkness weep, we weep and are left behind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LA PALOMA IN LONDON by CLAUDE MCKAY LET ME NOT HATE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO AN EARLY DAFFODIL; SONNET by AMY LOWELL VICTORY IN DEFEAT by EDWIN MARKHAM BONNYBELL: THE GRAY SPHEX by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BOTANICAL GARDENS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: JANE FISHER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: IPPOLIT KONOVALOFF by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |