I should be glad of loneliness And hours that go on broken wings, A thirsty body, a tired heart And the unchanging ache of things, If I could make a single song As lovely and as full of light, As hushed and brief as a falling star On a winter night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO FUNERALS: 1. by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE BURIED LADY by PAUL VALERY APPARENT FAILURE by ROBERT BROWNING THE CHRYSANTHEMUMS by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER THREE PASTORAL ELEGIES: TO THE READER (1) by WILLIAM BASSE |