I sing of love who have no love Just weary wintry days, I sing of halcyon happiness Along my arid ways. I sing of love, and make the songs From out my ailing heart, I sing them to myself to hold My closing world apart. I sing of love who have no love For something I must keep Of beauty, and of loveliness, To lull my heart to sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEATH OF SLAVERY by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT CLANCY OF THE MOUNTED POLICE by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE SONNET: 57 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE TOUCHSTONE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM LILIES: 21. ART NEEDS THEE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) FATHER GOOSE by LYMAN FRANK BAUM |