I AM lying in thy tomb, love, Lying in thy tomb, Tho' I move within the gloom, love, Breathe within the gloom! Men deem life not fled, dear, Deem my life not fled, Tho' I with thee am dead, dear, I with thee am dead, O my little child. What is the gray world, darling, What is the gray world, Where the worm lies curl'd, darling, The deathworm lies curl'd? They tell me of the spring, dear! Do I want the spring? Will she waft upon her wing, dear, The joy-pulse of her wing, Thy songs, thy blossoming, O my little child. For the hallowing of thy smile, love, The rainbow of thy smile, Gleaming for awhile, love, Gleaming to beguile, Replunged me in the cold, dear, Leaves me in the cold. And I feel so very old, dear, Very, very old! Would they put me out of pain, dear, Out of all my pain, Since I may not live again, dear. Never live again! I am lying in the grave, love, In thy little grave, Yet I hear the wind rave, love, And the wild wave! I would lie asleep, darling, With thee lie asleep, Unhearing the world weep, darling, Little children weep! O my little child! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMFORT [TO A YOUTH THAT HAD LOST HIS LOVE] by ROBERT HERRICK THE COMING OF GOOD LUCK by ROBERT HERRICK THYESTES, ACT 2: CHORUS by LUCIUS ANNAEUS SENECA THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 26. MID-RAPTURE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE MOUNTAIN ECHO by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH RESIGNATION by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER HIS WORST ENEMY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET DEDICATIONS AND INSCRIPTIONS: 8. BEAM-VERSES AT WELL KNOWE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |