I THINK of her when sunshine falls Across my dingy office walls, And when the birds outside confer, I think of her. When airs of paradise I meet From violets, in a London street, That breathe a dewy sweetness wild, I miss my child. While dainty pigeons pick their way Round great St. Paul's, I, day by day, When doves are flying round the dome, See mine at home. My blossom lies so still and pale, The world were light within the scale If that grave angel drawing nigh Would pass her by. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRAGMENTS WRITTEN WHILE TRAVELING...A MIDWESTERN HEAT WAVE by JAMES GALVIN UTOPIA by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 11 by JAMES JOYCE IN THE JEWISH SYNAGOGUE AT NEWPORT by EMMA LAZARUS FLUTE-PRIEST SONG FOR RAIN; CEREMONIAL AT THE SUN SPRING by AMY LOWELL |