HUSHED within her quiet bed She is lying all the night, In her pallid robes of white, Eyelids on the pure eyes pressed, Soft hands folded on the breast, -- And you thought I meant it -- dead? Nay! I smile at your shocked face: In the morning she will wake, Turn her dreams to sport, and make All the household glad and gay, Yet for many a merry day, With her beauty and her grace. But some summer 't will be said, -- "She is lying all the night, In her pallid robes of white, Eyelids on the tired eyes pressed, Hands that cross upon the breast:" We shall understand it -- dead! Yet 't will only be a sleep: When, with songs and dewy light, Morning blossoms out of night, She will open her blue eyes 'Neath the palms of Paradise, While we foolish ones shall weep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMIN' THRO' THE RYE by ROBERT BURNS THE BROKEN FIELD by SARA TEASDALE PASSAGE TO INDIA by WALT WHITMAN THE FABRIC by GAMALIEL BRADFORD THE SURPRISE by GAMALIEL BRADFORD AN OLD MAN'S SONG by HELENE BUHLERT BULLOCK |