Upon my breast Once, in a lonely hour, your head was laid, And you had rest From much that troubled you -- you were no longer afraid. But, now even here No refuge is; you shall not ever lie As once in my heart's shelter here, Poor heart, while the great hounds of Time go roaring by. Vain was the strength You leaned on in that hour; you did not guess How vain the strength Whereon you propped your ignorant lovingness. And yet -- what more Has life to offer life, here in the lone Tumult? A little rest, no more -- Upon a heart as troubled as its own. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROSE AND THE BEE by SARA TEASDALE SONG OF A SECOND APRIL by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY GOOD NIGHT AND GOOD MORNING by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES LOVE SONG by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS LEGENDARY LIGHTS by ALTER ABELSON ALMOND BLOSSOM by EDWIN ARNOLD IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: MITIGATIONS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |