AH! this delights me more than words could tell, -- To just lie stark and still, with folded hands That tremble not at greeting or farewell, Nor fumble foolishly in loosened strands Of woman's hair, nor grip with jealousy To find her face turned elsewhere smilingly. With slumbrous lids, and mouth in mute repose, And lips that yearn no more for any kiss -- Though it might drip, as from the red-lipped rose The dewdrop drips, 'twere not so sweet as this Unutterable density of rest That reigns in every vein of brain and breast! And thus -- soaked with still laughter through and through -- I lie here dreaming of the forms that pass Above my grave, to drop, with tears, a few White flowers that but curdle the green grass; -- And if they read such sermons, they could see How I do pity them that pity me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT AILS THIS HEART O'MINE? by SUSANNA BLAMIRE HERMES OF THE WAYS by HILDA DOOLITTLE CANTO 27; WA-BE-NO-KA by LEVI BISHOP TOY DAY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE BOUT by EVARISTE BOULAY-PATY THE PHILOSOPHER AND HIS MISTRESS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE PYXIDANTHERA by AUGUSTA COOPER BRISTOL |