Someone left a willful wish to me, A wish to dance beneath the night While tomtoms drum a heathen chant And stars look dim by firelight. And someone left a body, frail As misty clouds of Springtime rain. I have them both. I do not sigh. That willful wish is worth the pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BEAN-STALK by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY LOUISA MAY ALCOTT by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 123 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE PRINCESS; A MEDLEY by ALFRED TENNYSON ADLESTROP by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS AN ENGLISH SHELL by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON THE FOUR ZOAS: NIGHTS THE THIRD AND FOURTH by WILLIAM BLAKE |