At peace here -- I feel you about me. Do not think that I disdain your fine clothing, The distinction of your robes clinging about the shoulders, The magnificence of your ruddy hair, the grace of your distinguished bearing As you move athwart me -- here keeping Pace to your splendors with my heart beats! Surely the air were bare indeed Were I not reaching up into it continually To feel you passing. But mighty and many as you are There is one I have never seen among you, Some small passer it may be: it is she keeps me waiting. When she comes -- if she come -- in the end, I shall spring up beside her well at ease And we will join you all wherever you may be circling. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRESCENT MOON by AMY LOWELL LITTLE BROTHER'S STORY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD I AM BORNE ONWARD by SARA TEASDALE CHANSON D'AUTOMNE by PAUL VERLAINE AN EPITAPH ON A ROBIN REDBEAST by SAMUEL ROGERS ONE PERSON: 16 by ELINOR WYLIE |