When I went wandering far from home, I left a woman in my room To clean my hearth and floor, and dust My shelves and pictures, books and bust. When I came back a welcome glow Burned in her eyes -- her voice was low; And every thing was in its place, As clean and bright as her own face. But when I looked more closely there, The dust was on my dark, bronze hair; The nose and eyebrows too were white -- And yet the lips were clean and bright. The years have gone, and so has she, But still the truth remains with me -- How that hard mouth was once kept clean By living lips that kissed unseen. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANTIMENIDAS by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE TO SAN FRANCISCO by SAMUEL JOHN ALEXANDER SONG FOR DECORATION DAY by HELEN C. BACON THE KNIGHT AND THE LADY; DOMESTIC LEGEND OF THE REIGN OF QUEEN ANNE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM POETIC STUFF by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP FIAMMETTA: SONNET. TO DANTE IN PARADISE by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO |