They said he sent his love to me, They wouldn't put it in my hand, And when I asked them where it was They said I couldn't understand. I thought they must have hidden it, I hunted for it all the day, And when I told them so at night They smiled and turned their heads away. They say that love is something kind, That I can never see or touch. I wish he'd sent me something else, I like his cough-drops twice as much. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO RIVERS by RALPH WALDO EMERSON DOCTOR FELL by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS SACRIFICE by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 9. TO CURIO by MARK AKENSIDE CHILDREN OF LIGHT by BERNARD BARTON A FARM NEAR ZILLEBEKE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE SUPREME GIFT by DAISY DEAN BUTLER LINES ON THE DEPARTURE OF EMIGRANTS FOR NEW SOUTH WALES by THOMAS CAMPBELL |