And very sweet it is To know he is still warm though I am cold. CHRISTINA ROSSETTI. I WOULD not have thee warm when I am cold; But both together -- 'neath some sylvan mound, Amid the pleasant secrets under ground, Where green things flourish in the embracing mould, And jealous seeds the souls of blossoms hold -- In some sweet fellowship of silence bound, Deeper than life, more exquisite than sound, Rest tranquilly while Love's new tales are told. We will not grudge the waking world its bliss, Its joy of speech, its gladness of surprise, When lovers clasp each others hands and kiss And earth puts on new glory to their eyes: We, lying there with Death's deep knowledge wise, Shall know that we have found Life's best in this. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WIND AT THE DOOR by WILLIAM BARNES DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 3. FULL MOON by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER DEAD COW FARM by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE TEACHER by LESLIE PINCKNEY HILL SONNET OF HIS LADY IN HEAVEN by JACOPO DA LENTINO FESTOONS OF FISHES by ALFRED FRANCIS KREYMBORG |