They said he sent his love to me, They wouldn't put it in my hand, And when I asked them where it was They said I couldn't understand. I thought they must have hidden it, I hunted for it all the day, And when I told them so at night They smiled and turned their heads away. They say that love is something kind, That I can never see or touch. I wish he'd sent me something else, I like his cough-drops twice as much. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INTERIM by CLARISSA SCOTT DELANY THE UNPARDONABLE SIN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE TROPICS IN NEW YORK by CLAUDE MCKAY ADDRESS TO THE MUMMY AT BELZONI'S EXHIBITION by HORACE SMITH BEVERLY SHORE IN WINTER by THOMAS GOLD APPLETON OUR DAILY BREAD by MALTBIE DAVENPORT BABCOCK ECCE IN DESERTO by HENRY AUGUSTIN BEERS |