The white gowned doctor holds the charming arm, a cut-down blossoming bough in a vase of tears: soundless it blows in the doctor's eyes as he peels off his gloves, and sadly goes out of the room— under her mask the young nurse sighs and the patient rushes on in his two-armed dream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVENTIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO HENRY LINCOLN JOHNSON - LAWYER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON JONES'S PRIVATE ARGYMENT by SIDNEY LANIER FLUTE-PRIEST SONG FOR RAIN; CEREMONIAL AT THE SUN SPRING by AMY LOWELL ERASMUS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |