The little daisies, two by two, The lilies wet with frosted dew, The sweet procession of the Spring Carries my baby's offering. I leave the thoughts that take his place, Imaginations winged in space, And fold his shadow to my breast, With the dear lips that mine have prest. Ever my introverted eyes Recover that past paradise; Not without hell pain shuddered through Where life declined, to rise anew. Oh! to my darling carry this, The old-time phrase, the frequent kiss; Remind him how, in his decay, My life's enamel melts away. Tell him my time must also come To enter his restricted home, Where my soul furniture shall be His lovely immortality. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR PRAYER OF THANKS by CARL SANDBURG DEPARTURE IN THE DARK by CECIL DAY LEWIS FAITHLESS NELLY GRAY; A PATHETIC BALLAD by THOMAS HOOD TO NIGHT by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY PRINCE ADEB by GEORGE HENRY BOKER FIELD WIRELESS by BENJAMIN ALBERT BOTKIN |