O you whom I often and silently come where you are that I may be with you, As I walk by your side or sit near, or remain in the same room with you, Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUMMER IN ENGLAND, 1914 by ALICE MEYNELL IN PROGRESS by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE BARD'S ANNUAL DEFIANCE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS CAPTAIN BING by LYMAN FRANK BAUM ON THE PATRON OF ENGLAND by JOHN BYROM |