Come jest awhile with me and talk And talk awhile and laugh; Some day the one of us may write The other's epitaph. And if your hand shall write for me, Then let the words you write Say that I loved them equally, Blue day and starry night. Say I loved talking things like birds And prattling things like brooks, And that I learned from children's words And fell in love with books. And say I loved a girl or two, And one with hair like flame, And flame my heart was when she spoke By night my name. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GREEN RIVER by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE LAST POST by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE SPIRIT OF POETRY by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW DAYS OF THE MONTH by MOTHER GOOSE FOR AN ALLEGORICAL DANCE OF WOMEN (BY ANDREA MANTEGNA) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |