I HAD never kissed her her whole life long, -- Now I stand by her bier does she feel How, with love that the waiting years made strong, I set on her lips my seal? Will she wear my kiss in the grave's long night, And wake sometimes with a thrill From dreams of the old life's missed delight, To feel that the grave is chill? "It was warm," will she say, "in that world above; It was warm, but I did not know How he loved me there, with his whole life's love -- It is cold, down here below." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WITH AN ALBUM by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE WIND AND THE MOON by GEORGE MACDONALD BALL'S BLUFF; A REVERIE by HERMAN MELVILLE I SHALL NOT CARE by SARA TEASDALE VERSES SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN IN A BURIAL-GROUND .. SOCIETY OF FRIENDS by BERNARD BARTON |