If he would come today today today, Oh what a day today would be; But now he's away, miles and miles away From me across the sea. O little bird flying flying flying To your nest in the warm west, Tell him as you pass that I am dying, As you pass home to your nest. I have a sister, I have a brother, A faithful hound, a tame white dove; But I had another, once I had another, And I miss him my love, my love. In this weary world it is so cold so cold While I sit here all alone I would not like to wait and to grow old But just to be dead and gone. Make me fair when I lie dead on my bed, Fair where I am lying; Perhaps he may come and look upon me dead He for whom I am dying. Dig my grave for two with a stone to show it And on the stone write my name: If he never comes I shall never know it But sleep on all the same. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARAGRAPHS: 15 by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO KNOW IN REVERIE THE ONLY PHENOMENOLOGY OF THE ABSOLUTE by HAYDEN CARRUTH PURSUIT OF THE WORD by ROBERT FROST FRAGMENTS WRITTEN WHILE TRAVELING...A MIDWESTERN HEAT WAVE by JAMES GALVIN POETRY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IF HE SHOULD COME by EDWIN MARKHAM |