"Oh! call my brother back to me, I cannot play alone; The summer comes with flower and bee -- Where is my brother gone? "The butterfly is glancing bright Across the sunbeam's track; I care not now to chase its flight -- Oh! call my brother back. "The flowers run wild -- the flowers we sowed Around our garden tree; Our vine is drooping with its load -- Oh! call him back to me." "He would not hear my voice, fair child! He may not come to thee; The face that once like spring-time smiled On earth no more thou'lt see. "A rose's brief, bright life of joy, Such unto him was given; Go -- thou must play alone, my boy -- Thy brother is in heaven!" "And has he left the birds and flowers, And must I call in vain; And through the long, long summer hours, Will he not come again? "And by the brook, and in the glade, Are all our wanderings o'er? Oh! while my brother with me played, Would I had loved him more!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROBERT BRUCE'S ADDRESS TO HIS ARMY BEFORE BANNOCKBURN by ROBERT BURNS WHISTLE, AND I'LL COME TO YOU by ROBERT BURNS SONNET: 107 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ST. SIMEON STYLITES by ALFRED TENNYSON THE BROOK: SUMMER by LAURA ABELL THE NEW SIRENS: A PALINODE by MATTHEW ARNOLD SATISFIED by HESTER A. BENEDICT THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: ON MY TWENTY-FOURTH YEAR by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |