At Nightfall Poem by Frederick George Scott

At Nightfall

Rating: 2.7


O little hands, long vanished in the night--
Sweet fairy hands that were my treasure here--
My heart is full of music from some sphere,
Where ye make melody for God's delight.
Though autumn clouds obscure the starry height,
And winds are noisy and the land is drear,
In this blank room I feel my lost love near,
And hear you playing--hands so small and white.
The shadowy organ sings its songs again,
The dead years turn to music at its voice,
And all the dreams come back my brain did store.
Once more, dear hands, ye soothe me in my pain,
Once more your music makes my heart rejoice--
God speed the day we clasp for evermore!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Walterrean Salley 18 May 2012

Here, the poet is pining for a lost love. His wife, it seems.10

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Bernard F. Asuncion 13 February 2017

God speed.... So sad to be alone at night.....

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Geeta Radhakrishna Menon 13 February 2017

O little hands, long vanished in the night- Sweet fairy hands that were my treasure here- My heart is full of music from some sphere, Where ye make melody for God's delight. A joyous poem sweetly penned.

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Tom Allport 13 February 2017

a poem of remembering a loved one and the music they made?

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Ratnakar Mandlik 13 February 2017

A touching lovely poem depicting a trip down the memory lane.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 13 February 2017

A memorable trip down the memory lane in company of cherished recollections.

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Amar Agarwala 13 February 2017

Sad, but beautifully versed poem.

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Anil Kumar Panda 13 February 2017

The poet seems to be in a sad mood remembering his lost love. A very well rhymed poem that touches ones heart.

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Edward Kofi Louis 13 February 2017

Light, delight! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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