Now you are gone you seem a visitor, Something that haunted for a little time The splendor of the evening, or astir With bees in blooms of lime; Or, at the hour when mothers tell old tales To children, something passing through the gleams Of cottage windows; or, on western gales Riding, a king of dreams; Or, about hawthorns lingering to greet The earliest may among the blazing green, Or, through the heather traveling to meet Spirits we have not seen; A lovely radiance of a passing star Upon a sudden journey through the gloaming, Lighting, low Irish dills, and then afar To its own regions homing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SCHOOLS OF LITTLE FISH by MARVIN BELL WE CAN'T WRITE OURSELVES INTO ETERNAL LIFE by DAVID IGNATOW PEACE (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PLEDGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE CRANES OF IBYCUS by EMMA LAZARUS RECESSIONAL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |