LIFE with his chin on my shoulder Whispers into my ear. His voice is like winds, and cities, And seas, and sorrow, and fear. It troubles and wearies me always. Nothing he says comes clear. -- Sharp chin on my aching shoulder! Strange murmurous voice in my ear! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEATH OF LEONIDAS by GEORGE CROLY LESSER EPISTLES: TO A YOUNG LADY WITH SOME LAMPREYS by JOHN GAY HABEAS CORPUS by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON STREET CORNER COLLEGE by KENNETH PATCHEN |