I cannot work: I dare not sit alone. There's not a corner here that has not known Some moment of you, and your pictured eyes Pursue me with relentless memories. Here was the chair you sat in; here we lay Until your face grew fainter with the day, And, in a veil of kisses, swooning white, Fell back into the mystery of night. 'Twas here I kissed you first; 'twas there you said, "I love you," and, "Would God that I were dead!" And now, when you are gone for evermore, I pace between the window and the door, And, in the feverish folly of despair, Stand listening for your step upon the stair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 7. CHERRY RIPE by THOMAS CAMPION TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME by ROBERT HERRICK THE IVORY CRADLE by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER THE WIDOW OF GLENCOE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN LINES WRITTEN IN SWITZERLAND by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE RANTIN DOG THE DADDIE O'T by ROBERT BURNS |