It was a child that walked my dreams last night. Smile of thy smile and eyes of thy dark eyes Gave to his raptured face the gleaming light Of that lone star which hung in Bethlehem's skies. His slender hands played softly on my face And lo! it was the touch I know so well; He spoke, and there I heard the tender grace Of thy clear voice. And then the passioned swell Of love that draws my pulsing heart to thine Bade me to reach and take him to my side— I saw thy beauty, but this form of mine, So wasted, frail—and then I broke and cried. God heard the cry and took the child from me, That never was, nor is, nor e'er shall be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DAY DREAM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE A DIALOGUE (FOR A BASE AND TWO TREBLES) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT BABEL: THE GATE OF GOD by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE VESPER SPARROW by JOHN BURROUGHS LESBIA, LIVE TO LOVE by GAIUS VALERIUS CATULLUS BOOKS OF THE BIBLE: THE NEW TESTAMENT by JOHN NELSON DAVIDSON |