TO think of thee! -- it was thy fond request, When, yester-eve, we parted. Ah! how well I heed thy bidding, only Love may tell, Beneath his roses. As, for welcome rest, The bird, wing-weary, seeks her downy nest; So, oft, dear Heart! from toil and care I flee, And, nestling in my happy thought of thee, With sweet repose my weary soul is blest. To think of thee -- who evermore art near My conscious spirit; like the halo spread, In altar-pictures, round some saintly head, As 't were of Heaven the golden atmosphere, -- What can I else, until in death I sink, And, thinking of my darling, cease to think! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BALLAD OF THE OYSTERMAN by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE SMACK IN SCHOOL by WILLIAM PITT PALMER DREAM-LOVE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI EASTER 1916 by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS WOO NOT THE WORLD by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II |