Johanna talks of Lemuel And I of spinning sing But Emily sits all alone Nor speaks of anything. The thoughtless words Johanna drops Are dull and little worth, They sink to rest with those I speak, As pebbles fall to earth. The silent words of Emily, I wonder where they go -- The secret things she does not say, When she is sitting so. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHELL TO THE PEARL by LOUIS UNTERMEYER DE GUSTIBUS' by ROBERT BROWNING RAILROAD RHYME by JOHN GODFREY SAXE SONNET: 87 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE TWO ANGELS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THIEPVAL WOOD by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN BY CANDLELIGHT by MARION BRINSON AMBITION AND GLORY by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON |