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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WALTHER VON DEM VOGELTHAL, by CLIFFORD GESSLER Poet's Biography First Line: Beside my door I washed my hair Last Line: Come whistling home again! Subject(s): Absence; Memory; Separation; Isolation | |||
BESIDE my door I washed my hair, All in a gentle rain; There were no passers anywhere And none to call me vain; But soft I heard a bob-white call, And down the muddy lane Came Walther von dem Vogelthal A-whistling in the rain. He stroked my hair and kissed me there; I could not show disdain,— Lest Walther von dem Vogelthal Should never come again My thoughts were here, my thoughts were there, My eyes filled up with rain; My heart was full of sudden care, Beset with sweetest pain; His soul could hear my own soul call Out in the dripping rain To Walther von dem Vogelthal, To call him back again. There was no air sung anywhere Could charm away the pain But Walther von dem Vogelthal A-whistling in the rain! My heart is here, my heart is there, 'Tis never home again; 'Tis far away from everywhere In a field of mortal pain. 'Tis where the gun-cloud's deadly pall Pours floods of angry bane,— And Walther von dem Vogelthal Is whistling in that rain! My heart is there, and oh! the care That racks my soul with pain Till Walther von dem Vogelthal Come whistling home again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EVENING OF THE MIND by DONALD JUSTICE CHRISTMAS AWAY FROM HOME by JANE KENYON THE PROBLEM by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES WHEN A WOMAN LOVES A MAN by DAVID LEHMAN THIS UNMENTIONABLE FEELING by DAVID LEHMAN CLOUD TRAIL by CLIFFORD GESSLER |
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