1. I should like to creep Through the long brown grasses That are your lashes; I should like to poise On the very brink Of the leaf-brown pools That are your shadowed eyes; I should like to cleave Without sound, Their glimmering waters, Their unrippled waters, I should like to sink down And down And down .... And deeply drown. 2. Would I be more than a bubble-breaking? Or an ever-widening circle Ceasing at the marge? Would my white bones Be the only white bones Wavering back and forth, back and forth In their depths? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPIRITUAL ISOLATION: A FRAGMENT by ISAAC ROSENBERG STABAT MATER DOLOROSA by JACOPONE DA TODI FOR THE BED AT KELMSCOTT by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) A TEAMSTER'S FAREWELL by CARL SANDBURG THE DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR by ALFRED TENNYSON AT BAY RIDGE, LONG ISLAND by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MONODY ON THE DEATH OF WENDELL PHILLIPS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |