BOY, my boy, it is lonely in the city, Days that have no pity and the nights without a tear Follow all too slowly and I can no more dissemble; I am frightened and I tremble—and I would that you were here. Oh boy—God keep you. Boy, my boy, I had sworn to weep no longer. Time I thought was stronger than the evenings long gone by; The ardent looks, the eager hands, the whispers hot and hurried— But they all come back unburied and not one of them will die. Oh boy—God save you. Boy, my boy, you were bold with youth and power; Your love was like a flower that you wore upon your sleeve. And wherever you may go there'll be a girl with eyes that glisten; A girl to watch and listen, and a girl for you to leave. Oh boy—God help her! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHY THUS LONGING by HARRIET WINSLOW SEWALL EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 41. LOVE REQUIRES NO ENTREATIES by PHILIP AYRES MARY WOLLSTONECRAFT AND FUSELI by ROBERT BROWNING A WORD TO PHILOSOPHERS by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH |