Not often do I come to kneel Beside your body's resting place. The low sweet murmur of the summer winds Brings to me sound of a loved voice forever stilled, And in the tender glow of evening star I see your face; The beauty and the fragrance of a flower Recall for me one blissful hour, A kiss, the tender pressure of your hand; And ere I close my eyes in sleep I know where'er you are That you will hear my, "Goodnight, dear, and pleasant dreams." And you alone will understand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ECHO by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 4. REVEILLE by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 6 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE MAIMED DEBAUCHEE by JOHN WILMOT SONNET: HER WORST AND BEST by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON IRREPARABLENESS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A BOTTLE AND A FRIEND by ROBERT BURNS SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 37 by BLISS CARMAN TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE END OF LOVE by EDWARD CARPENTER |