I RESTED in your easy chair, Slept in your late-abandoned bed And felt your pleasure everywhere, A benediction on my head, Through sleep and waking: all the while I was quite sure I felt your smile. I knelt and laid my cheek upon The cushions that you lately pressed; All your familiar things forgone Took to my own use and behest, Quite sure your spirit leant to bless Your daughter in that loneliness. I sat beside your fire aglow, In the dim hours 'twixt night and day, And knew you would be glad to know, You who gave everything away— I had your old room, sweet and warm, Safe from the winter night and storm. I slept, I rose, I rested there; My thoughts, my dreams were still and glad. The dear room kept its happy air As in the golden years we had; And sleeping, waking, all the while I was quite sure I felt your smile. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLNEY HYMNS: 9. THE CONTRITE HEART by WILLIAM COWPER HEROIC LOVE by JAMES GRAHAM (1612-1650) THE MORAL FABLES: THE PROLOG by AESOP FULL-CIRCLE by MAXWELL ANDERSON TO VENETIAN ARTISTS by WILLIAM BLAKE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 37 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: SONG by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |