HOW long without wilt thou waiting stand? Come in, thou dear and welcome guest; Too fiercely the winds sweep o'er the land, -- Come, for a brief hour with me rest. In vain for shelter humbly pleading, From door to door long didst thou roam: How thou hast suffered while help needing! Come, rest at last within my home. In comfort sit thou down beside me, Lay thy dear head my hands within; Then will the peace return full surely Reft by this evil world of sin. With the soft whir of wings unfolding, From thy heart's depths sweet love will rise, With magic touch thy grave lips moulding, Till their loved smile doth greet my eyes. Come, rest: close my embrace will hold thee; So long as but one pulse beats yet, Ne'er will my heart turn from thee coldly, Or even in the grave forget. Thou look'st at me with timid longing; Mute still, despite the promised rest; Thy sole reply is tears swift thronging: Come, weep thy fill upon my breast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FREDERICKSBURG by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH HYPOCRISY by SAMUEL BUTLER (1612-1680) HOW VIOLETS CAME BLUE by ROBERT HERRICK THE LIGHT OF STARS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW FIRST ICE by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE CARPENTER by AMY BRUNER ALMY |