@3From the Italian@1 WHEN softly gathered twilight o'er the silent air, And out from darkness rose the first bright star, A gentle lady came my solitude to share. I seemed to know her; and she was so heav'nly fair That, gazing, I was hers; and near or far, To honor her, I followed where she went: and then— Ah well! I only pray: "God give thee, when Thou art as I remain, the same sad plight With which thou didst unchanging love requite." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON OUR PRAYER OF THANKS by CARL SANDBURG TIME AND THE PERFUME RIVER by KAREN SWENSON TOWERS OF SIMON RODIA; FOR HOWARD W. SWENSON 1903-1081 by KAREN SWENSON THE LIGHTED WINDOW by SARA TEASDALE THE BALLAD WHICH ANNE ASKEW MADE AND SANG WHEN SHE WAS IN NEWGATE by ANNE ASKEWE |