IF I could only serve him, How sweet this life would be. Last night I dreamed my darling, Alive, returned to me. I brought him from the cupboard The things he liked to eat, -- The little piece of honey, The rye bread and the meat. I sang the song he asked for The night he went away. How was it, when I loved him, I could have said him nay! I took the time to please him, With a hand upon his brow, Amid the awful leisure There was no hurry now. How strange I once denied him What took so little while. A kiss would seem so simple, So slight a thing a smile. With pleased sweet looks of wonder He took what I could give, -- Such words as we deny them only because they live. The pale light of the morning Shone in upon the wall. Come back to me, my darling, And I will give you all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BATTLE OF CHARLESTON HARBOR by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE THE HOUND OF HEAVEN by FRANCIS THOMPSON IN THE DEEP WHITE SNOW by ANNE ATWOOD FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: LOVE IS WISER THAN AMBITION by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE COUNTRY CHURCH by ELIZABETH BOGART AN ELEGY OF HENRY, PRINCE OF WALES by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |