OH ! King WhOhast the key Of that dark room, The last which prisons us but held not Thee, Thou know'st its gloom. Dost Thou a little love this one Shut in to-night, Young and so piteously alone, Cold - out of sight? Thou know'st how hard and bare The pillow of that new-made narrow bed, Then leave not there So dear a head! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COWSLIPS AND LARKS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE LARK ASCENDING by GEORGE MEREDITH THE ROSARY by ROBERT CAMERON ROGERS WIFE, CHILDREN AND FRIENDS by WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER THE MOTHER-FAITH by EVERARD JACK APPLETON EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 29. ALL NOT WORTH A REWARD by PHILIP AYRES |