THESE forty years! And forty years ago You waited for me, day after weary day. Then lived I but in you; now you in me Livea desire, a need, a memory. And wait you now again, in the unapparent And silent or but angel-winged air? Wait you even now for me, to ease you again, Mother, of a longing, of a fear and pain? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE MEMORABLE VICTORY OF PAUL JONES by PHILIP FRENEAU BOSTON COMMON: 1630 by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES SENTINEL SONGS: 1 by ABRAM JOSEPH RYAN THE SCHOLARS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ON LYNN TERRACE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |