I WANT to sing something -- but this is all -- I try and I try, but the rhymes are dull As though they were damp, and the echoes fall Limp and unlovable. Words will not say what I yearn to say -- They will not walk as I want them to, But they stumble and fall in the path of the way Of my telling my love for you. Simply take what the scrawl is worth -- Knowing I love you as sun the sod On the ripening side of the great round earth That swings in the smile of God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OUTLAW'S SONG by JOANNA BAILLIE O, GO NOT YET! by QUINTIN BONE BRIER-ROSE by HJALMAR HJORTH BOYESEN PARACELSUS: 1. PARACEI SUS ASPIRES by ROBERT BROWNING THE CHARITY BALL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON DIPSYCHUS by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |