LITTLE head against my shoulder, Shy at first, then somewhat bolder, And up-eyed; Till she, with a timid quaver, Yielded to the kiss I gave her; But, she sighed. That there mingled with her feeling Some sad thought she was concealing It implied. - Not that she had ceased to love me, None on earth she set above me; But she sighed. She could not disguise a passion, Dread, or doubt, in weakest fashion If she tried: Nothing seemed to hold us sundered, Hearts were victors; so I wondered Why she sighed. Afterwards I knew her throughly, And she loved me staunchly, truly, Till she died; But she never made confession Why, at that first sweet concession, She had sighed. It was in our May, remember; And though now I near November, And abide Till my appointed change, unfretting, Sometimes I sit half regretting That she sighed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COLLEGE DRINKING SONG by GEORGE SANTAYANA SONG OF AUTUMN by PAUL VERLAINE THE CATS' MONTH by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE SMILING MOUTH by CHARLES D'ORLEANS NATIONALITY by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS FRINGED GENTIAN by EMILY DICKINSON TO A DOG'S MEMORY by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY |