Proud word you never spoke, but you will speak Four not exempt from pride some future day. Resting on one white hand a warm wet cheek Over my open volume you will say, "This man loved @3me !@1" then rise and trip away | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 50 by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE LAST SIGNAL by THOMAS HARDY A DREAM, OR THE TYPE OF THE RISING SUN by JEAN ADAMS TO HIS INGENIOUS FRIEND, MR. N. TATE by PHILIP AYRES ECCE IN DESERTO by HENRY AUGUSTIN BEERS THE OLD COVE by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL |