Floating like a dust moat, Softly now a song Lingers in my heart -- Sad and slow and sometimes still. I hardly think it worth the singing, For the music is all dull With no cool sparkle, And the words are nothing at all But little laments in a row. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WE WEAR THE MASK by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR MENAPHON: SAMELA by ROBERT GREENE THE LION'S SKELETON by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER LILIES: 9. BENEATH LOFTIER STARS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE WATER CROWVOOT by WILLIAM BARNES AT ONE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |