I shall be lonely in my grave Where willows cast their slender shade Above me. But now I crave Response for which my heart was made. For I shall cease to sing some day But now I want to leap and dance And in some wild-wood lose my way And leave destiny to chance. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 1. THE BRIGHT MOON by CONRAD AIKEN DINNER IN A QUICK LUNCH ROOM by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET ADOLF EICHMANN by HAYDEN CARRUTH A SUMMER'S GARDEN by ROBERT FROST CLEAR AND COLDER; BOSTON COMMON by ROBERT FROST PURSUIT OF THE WORD by ROBERT FROST |