OH, frame some little word for me None else shall ever hear or see, -- Something my soul can call her own, When suddenly she feels alone; Something that she can take away When God shall draw the veil of clay; Something that thou wilt know her by Among the billions of the sky; Something no other soul will fit Save hers for whom thou makest it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 28 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE BUOY-BELL by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER HIMALAYA by WILLIMINA L. ARMSTRONG |