SHE clung to him, the game was o'er, Content was in her soul; "Dear heart, I'm very happy now That you have come back whole." With gentle hand he smoothed her curls, And tried to keep a laugh back; "My dear, your joy is premature, For I am only @3half-back@1." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE JAIN BIRD HOSPITAL IN DELHI by WILLIAM MEREDITH THE HILL ABOVE THE MINE by MALCOLM COWLEY HOW THEY GO ON by JAMES GALVIN SHADOW-CASTING by JAMES GALVIN AT NIGHT; SONNET by AMY LOWELL THE NIGHT MOTHS by EDWIN MARKHAM |