I shall be lonely in my grave Where willows cast their slender shade Above me. But now I crave Response for which my heart was made. For I shall cease to sing some day But now I want to leap and dance And in some wild-wood lose my way And leave destiny to chance. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VISIONS: 4. A ROSE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) MOTHER TO SON by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES THE GARDEN OF PROSERPINE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE SPANIARDS' GRAVES AT THE ISLES OF SHOALS by CELIA LEIGHTON THAXTER THE MASTER BLACKSMITH by ARNOLD ANDREWS |