To-night the winds begin to rise; And roar from yonder dropping day; The last red leaf is whirled away, The rooks are blown about the skies.
To-night the winds begin to rise; And roar from yonder dropping day; The last red leaf is whirled away, The rooks are blown about the skies.
Parting What brought it back to me I thought that it had fled Again I sit with thee And watch the twilight red. Far out upon the deep The full moon's light is thrown. This night thou must not sleep Stay near me, O, my own How hard for me to know That this must be the last That duty's wave must flow O'er all the sacred past. Dear heart, what walls that rise Can bar out memory's view, Or hush the poor heart's sighs You'll know are breathed for you So fair the moon will rise To other eyes than ours, That weep while bitter sighs Stay not the winged hours. Upon the radiant sight, Front out the thronged halls, Like requiem to-night, The entrancing music falls. At last the daylight makes, With rising shafts of gold, Each heart in parting breaks, And duty's wage is told.
Oh stay oh stay Joy so seldom weaves a chain Like this to-night, that oh 't is pain To break its links so soon.
I see thine image through my tears to-night,
And yet to-day I saw thee smiling.
GLOUCESTER I do not know that Englishman alive With whom my soul is any jot at odds, More than the infant that is born to-night I thank my God for my humility.
What is it worth to-night that you can see
More marriage in the dream of one dead kiss
Than in a thousand years of life like this?
To-night I am going to take a party to the headquarters of the fire department, where I have a cinch on the captain, a very nice fellow, who is unusually grateful for something I wrote about him and his men. They are going to do the Still Alarm act for me.
We are but girl and boy
Yet -since love leapt as swift to-night
As it had never left the light!
The rain set early in to-night, The sullen wind was soon awake. It tore the elm-tops down for spite. And did its worst to vex the lake.
That night full envious of his life was I,
That youth and love should stand at his behest;
To-night, I envy him, that he should lie
At utter rest.
If you go over desert and mountain, Far into the country of Sorrow, To-day and to-night and to-morrow, And maybe for months and for years You shall come with a heart that is bursting For trouble and toiling and thirsting, You shall certainly come to the fountain At length, -- to the Fountain of Tears.
I think that I may go so far as to say, Watson, that I have not lived wholly in vain, he remarked. If my record were closed to-night I could still survey it with equanimity. The air of London is the sweeter for my presence.
Wherefore to-night so full of care, My soul, revolving hopeless strife
Among the many things he has requested of me to-night, this is the principal,that on his gravestone shall be this inscription.
There is some ill a-brewing towards my rest,For I did dream of money-bags to-night.
Open the door to-night
Within your heart, and light
The lantern of love there to shine afar.
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