A Song of Hope

Charles Bertram Johnson (1880-1958 (?)) Day is at the gate, I am risen late; Clouds laze in the air, Clouds sleep on the grass; I have song to spare Till the shadows pass. Day is at the noon, No thread of bow or moon; Rain is in the air, Drenched and limp the grass; I have song to spare Till the shadows pass. Day is at the close, Faith no logic knows; Rain-clouds blur the air, All the world is dun; I have song to spare Till to-morrow’s sun.

Villanelle

Otto Leland Bohanan (1895-1932) How dreary the winds shriek and whine: The trembling shadows grow chill. O soul of my soul, wert thou mine! O where are the stars that did shine? The moonlight that tinselled the hill? How dreary the winds shriek and whine! Despair ’round my heart doth entwine, Far soundeth my cry weird and shrill: O soul of my soul, wert thou mine! I’ve quaffed to the dregs the mad wine Of passion, but under my sill How dreary the winds shriek and whine! ’Tis thine, is the dream so divine, That doth this vain yearning instill; O soul of my soul, wert thou mine! ’Tis mine, here to crave and to pine For what thou wilt never fulfill; How dreary the winds shriek and whine! O soul of my soul, wert thou mine! More Poems @copyright 2025 InterPure