LIGHT falls the rain-drop on the fallen leaf, And light o'er harvest-plain and garnered sheaf -- But lightlier falls the touch of loving hands. Light falls the dusk of mild midsummer night, And light the first star's faltering lance of light On glimmering lawns, -- but lightlier loving hands. And light the feathery flake of early snows, Or wisp of thistle-down that no wind blows, And light the dew, -- but lightlier loving hands. Light-falling dusk, or dew, or summer rain, Or down of snow or thistle -- all are vain, -- Far lightlier falls the touch of loving hands. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TEARS IN SLEEP by LOUISE BOGAN THE WAYS OF TIME by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: A DRIFTER OFF TARENTUM by RUDYARD KIPLING TO LUCASTA, [ON] GOING BEYOND THE SEAS by RICHARD LOVELACE AN EGYPTIAN PULLED GLASS BOTTLE IN THE SHAPE OF A FISH by MARIANNE MOORE |