Tell me a story, dear, that is not true, Strange as a vision, full of splendid things; Here will I lie and dream it is not you, And dream it is a mocking bird that sings. For if I find your voice in any part, Even the sound of it will break my heart; For if you speak of us and of our love, I faint and die to feel the thrill thereof. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A WATERFOWL by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT CINQUAIN: THE WARNING by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY THE MAIDEN QUEEN: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN PANDOSTO, THE TRIUMPH OF TIME: IN PRAISE OF HIS BEST-BELOVED FAWNIA by ROBERT GREENE SONNET: 61 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 5. ALLAH-AL-KUDDUS by EDWIN ARNOLD THE DEATH OF A DANDY by JOHN PEALE BISHOP |