I LONG to feel thy little arm's embrace, Thy little silver-sounding voice to hear; I long for thy warm kisses on my face, And for thy birdlike carol, blithe and clear. I long for every childish, loving word; And for thy little footsteps, fairy light, That hither, thither moved, and ever stirred My heart with them to gladness infinite. And for thy hair I long -- that halo blest Hanging in golden glory round thy brow. My child, can aught such longing lull to rest? Nay, heaven's bliss alone can end it now. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AMORETTI: 70 by EDMUND SPENSER BEWILDERMENT by VERNE TAYLOR BENEDICT TWO SONNETS: 1 by DAVID P. BERENBERG THE EMBRYO by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 29 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE OLD MAN'S COUNSEL by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |