I lie on my pallet bed, And I hear the drip of the rain, The rain on my garret roof is falling, And I am cold and in pain. I lie on my pallet bed, And my heart is wild with delight; I hear her voice through the midnight calling, As I lie awake in the night. I lie on my pallet bed, And I see her bright eyes gleam; She smiles, she speaks, and the world is ended. And made again in a dream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SELF-UNSEEING by THOMAS HARDY HYMN TO THE NIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW DESCRIBES THE PLACE WHERE CYNTHIA IS SPORTING HERSELF by PHILIP AYRES SONG by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE A VIGNETTE by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES HOME, SWEET HOME WITH VARIATIONS: 6. WALT WHITMAN by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER |