WHY do you lie with your legs ungainly huddled, And one arm bent across your sullen, cold, Exhausted face? It hurts my heart to watch you, Deep-shadow'd from the candle's guttering gold; And you wonder why I shake you by the shoulder; Drowsy, you mumble and sigh and turn your head... You are too young to fall asleep for ever; And when you sleep you remind me of the dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PRAYER FOR INDIFFERENCE by FRANCES (FANNY) MACARTNEY GREVILLE THE MAID'S LAMENT; ELIZABETHAN by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR ULTIMA THULE: MY CATHEDRAL by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW PASSER MORTUUS EST by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY WIFE, CHILDREN AND FRIENDS by WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER |