@3"Dost thou not see my baby at my breast, That sucks the nurse asleep?"@1 Lie thou where life hath lain, And let thy swifter pain His rival prove; Till, like the fertile Nile, Death buries, mile for mile, This waste of love. Soft! Soft! A sweeter kiss Than Antony's is this! O regal shade, Luxurious as sleep Upon thy bosom deep My heart is laid. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GENERAL by SIEGFRIED SASSOON OUR MODEST DOUGHBOYS by CHARLTON ANDREWS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 33. LOVE KEEPS ALL THINGS IN ORDER by PHILIP AYRES UNREASONABLE REASON by JOSEPH BEAUMONT NOS IMMORTALES by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET PSALM 80 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE MR. MERRY'S LAMENT FOR LONG TOM by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |