Oh, let me lay my head tonight upon your breast And close my eyes against the light. I fain would rest. I'm weary and the world looks sad. This worldly strife Turns me to you! And, oh, I'm glad to be your wife. Though friends may fail or turn aside, yet I have you. And in your love I may abide for you are true. My only solace in each grief, and in despair Your tenderness is my relief. It soothes each care. If joys of life could alienate this poor weak heart From yours, then may no pleasure great enough to part Our sympathies fall to my lot. I'd ever remain Bereft of friends, though true or not, just to retain Your true regard, your presence bright, thru care and strife; And, oh, I thank my God tonight @3I am your wife.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NORTH WINTER by HAYDEN CARRUTH ONE OF THE LEAST OF THESE, MY LITTLE ONE' by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DELUSION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BEAUTY THAT IS NEVER OLD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ON A PALMETTO by SIDNEY LANIER |