LET me believe it, dearest, Let it be As just a dream -- the merest -- Haunting me, That a frank full-souled sweetness Warmed your smile And voice, to indiscreetness Once, awhile! And I will fondly ponder Till I lie Earthed up with others yonder Past a sigh, That you may name at stray times With regret One whom through green and gray times You forget! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MEMORY OF MARTHA by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR NATURE (2) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 1. 1887 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN SIC VITA by HENRY DAVID THOREAU RED HANRAHAN'S SONG ABOUT IRELAND by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |