If he would come today today today, Oh what a day today would be; But now he's away, miles and miles away From me across the sea. O little bird flying flying flying To your nest in the warm west, Tell him as you pass that I am dying, As you pass home to your nest. I have a sister, I have a brother, A faithful hound, a tame white dove; But I had another, once I had another, And I miss him my love, my love. In this weary world it is so cold so cold While I sit here all alone I would not like to wait and to grow old But just to be dead and gone. Make me fair when I lie dead on my bed, Fair where I am lying; Perhaps he may come and look upon me dead He for whom I am dying. Dig my grave for two with a stone to show it And on the stone write my name: If he never comes I shall never know it But sleep on all the same. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROAST LEVIATHAN by LOUIS UNTERMEYER AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 6. A WIFE WAITS by THOMAS HARDY BABY RUNNING BAREFOOT by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE FAREWELL TO THE FARM by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE MILKMAID by JEFFREYS TAYLOR IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE MARRIAGE OF GERAINT by ALFRED TENNYSON TICHBORNE'S ELEGY, WRITTEN IN THE TOWER BEFORE HIS EXECUTION by CHIDIOCK TICHBORNE |