WHEN I am glad I need your eyes To be the stars of Paradise; Your lips to be the seal of all The joy life grants, and dreams recall; Your hand, to lie my hands between What time we walk the garden green. But most in grief I need your face To lean to mine in the desert place; Your lips to mock the evil years, To sweeten me my cup of tears, Your eyes to shine, in cloud's despite, Your hands to hold mine through the night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE FIRE IN THE WOODS by HAYDEN CARRUTH TRANSLUCENT FINGERS by MALCOLM COWLEY FLOWER GUIDANCE by ROBERT FROST I'M GOING BACK TO SOMETHING by DAVID IGNATOW MATERNITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON YOUTH'S PROGENY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |