THE hours I spent with thee, dear heart, Are as a string of pearls to me; I count them over, every one apart, My rosary. Each hour a pearl, each pearl a prayer, To still a heart in absence wrung; I tell each bead unto the end and there A cross is hung. Oh memories that bless -- and burn! Oh barren gain -- and bitter loss! I kiss each bead, and strive at last to learn To kiss the cross, Sweetheart, To kiss the cross. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAD WOMAN'S SONG by KAREN SWENSON BEN KARSHOOK'S WISDOM by ROBERT BROWNING THE BOBOLINKS by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH TWILIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ARMS AND THE BOY by WILFRED OWEN A NAMELESS EPITAPH (2) by MATTHEW ARNOLD UPON MY FATHERS SUDDEN & DANGEROUS SICKNESS by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |