Author George Barlow The dim night's solemn sweetness seemed her own: God's very heart of passion bent to heed.The world receded, leaving us alone; The hour long waited for had come indeed. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments