Only in sleep I see their faces, Children I played with when I was a child, Louise comes back with her brown hair braided, Annie with ringlets warm and wild. Only in sleep Time cannot hurt us -- What may have come to them, who can know? They are women now if they are living, Yet we played last night as long ago, With stealthy secrets whispered low. Smooth round faces years had not sharpened, I met their eyes and found them mild -- Do they too dream of me, I wonder, I, an eager shadowy child Care had not darkened nor pain defiled? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JUDGE NOT by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER IN NOVEMBER by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH TO A GIRL by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 7. THE IMPOSSIBILITY by PHILIP AYRES SLEEPING AND WAKING by JANE BARLOW EMANCIPATION IN THE DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA, APRIL 16, 1862 by JAMES MADISON BELL PROVERBS 25, SELECTION by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 32. BEATI QUORUM REMISSA SUNT by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE CARCASSONNE (SUGGESTED BY LORD DUNSANY'S STORY) by BERTON BRALEY |