Parted

 Sleepless I listen to the surge and drone 
And drifting roar of the town’s undertone; 
Till through quiet falling rain I hear the bells 
Tolling and chiming their brief tune that tells 
Day’s midnight end.
 And from the day that’s over
No flashes of delight I can recover; 
But only dreary winter streets, and faces 
Of people moving in loud clanging places: 
And I in my loneliness, longing for you.
.
.
 

For all I did to-day, and all I’ll do
To-morrow, in this city of intense 
Arteried activities that throb and strive, 
Is but a beating down of that suspense 
Which holds me from your arms.

I am alive 
Only that I may find you at the end
Of these slow-striking hours I toil to spend, 
Putting each one behind me, knowing but this— 
That all my days are turning toward your kiss; 
That all expectancy awaits the deep 
Consoling passion of your eyes, that keep
Their radiance for my coming, and their peace 
For when I find in you my love’s release.

Biography | Poems | Best Poems | Short Poems | Quotes | Email Poem |

Poems are below...