Come back to me, who wait and watch for you: -- Or come not yet, for it is over then, And long it is before you come again, So far between my pleasures are and few. While, when you come not, what I do I do Thinking "Now when he comes," my sweetest when:" For one man is my world of all the men This wide world holds; O love, my world is you. Howbeit, to meet you grows almost a pang Because the pang of parting comes so soon; My hope hangs waning, waxing, like a moon Between the heavenly days on which we meet: Ah me, but where are now the songs I sang When life was sweet because you call'd them sweet? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING NOTES FROM ROBIN HILL by HAYDEN CARRUTH ON THE WAY (PHILADELPHIA, 1794) by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON MIDSUMMER FROST (1) by ISAAC ROSENBERG CALIFORNIA CITY LANDSCAPE by CARL SANDBURG LETTERS TO DEAD IMAGISTS by CARL SANDBURG IN GRANTCHESTER MEADOWS; ON HEARING A SKYLARK SING by GEORGE SANTAYANA |