THE little songs that come and go, In tender measures, to and fro, Whene'er the day brings you to me, Keep my heart full of melody. But on my lute I strive in vain To play the music o'er again, And you, dear love, will never know The little songs that come and go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DEATH IN THE DESERT by ROBERT BROWNING TWO FUSILIERS by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES EYES AND LIPS by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER SOLDIERS OF FREEDOM by KATHARINE LEE BATES MATCHIT MOODUS by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD FAIRY RING by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |