I love you more than any words can say, And yet you do not feel I love you so; And slowly I am dying day by day, -- You look at me, and yet you do not know. You look at me, and yet you do not fear: You do not see the mourners with the bier. You answer when I speak and wish me well, And still you do not hear the passing-bell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CHRISTMAS CAROL (1) by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON THE CHURCH FLOORE by GEORGE HERBERT HIGH FLIGHT by JOHN GILLESPIE MAGEE JR. SUMMER'S LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT: SPRING by THOMAS NASHE LAUGHING CORN by CARL SANDBURG |