YES, call me by my pet-name! let me hear The name I used to run at, when a child, From innocent play, and leave the cowslips piled, To glance up in some face that proved me dear With the look of its eyes. I miss the clear Fond voices which, being drawn and reconciled Into the music of Heaven's undefiled, Call me no longer. Silence on the bier, While I call God -- call God! -- So let thy mouth Be heir to those who are now exanimate. Gather the north flowers to complete the south, And catch the early love up in the late. Yes, call me by that name, -- and I, in truth, With the same heart, will answer and not wait. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPISTLE IN FORM OF A BALLAD TO HIS FRIENDS by FRANCOIS VILLON PRAYERS by HENRY CHARLES BEECHING THE POOL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE ASSAULT HEROIC by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES HENRY WARD BEECHER by CHARLES HENRY PHELPS |