EVERY morning rise I, crying: Comes my love to-day? Then sink down at evening, sighing: She is still away! Sleepless and oppress'd with sorrow, All night long I lie Dreaming, half asleep; the morrow Sadly wander I. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GRAMERCY PARK by SARA TEASDALE THE HOUND OF HEAVEN by FRANCIS THOMPSON BEAUREGARD by CATHERINE ANNE WARFIELD RED TREASURE by CAROLYN AUSTIN THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 6. ON THE CORK PACKET, 1837 by T. BAKER CARN A-TURNEN YOLLER by WILLIAM BARNES |