SWEET love, lay thy hand on my heart, and tell If thou hearest the knocks in that narrow cell? There dwells there a carpenter, cunning is he, And slily he's hewing a coffin for me. He hammers and knocks by day and by night, My slumber already has banish'd outright; Oh, Master Carpenter, prythee make haste, That I some slumber at length may taste. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TARRY BUCCANEER by JOHN MASEFIELD THE BLACKBIRD by ALFRED TENNYSON THE AGE OF WISDOM by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY AT MAGNOLIA CEMETERY by HENRY TIMROD TO AMERICA, ON HER FIRST SONS FALLEN IN THE GREAT WAR by E. M. WALKER IDYLL 17. LOVE RESISTLESS by BION |