O what to me the little room That was brimmed up with prayer and rest; He bade me out into the gloom, And my breast lies upon his breast. O what to me my mother's care, The house where I was safe and warm; The shadowy blossom of my hair Will hide us from the bitter storm. O hiding hair and dewy eyes, I am no more with life and death, My heart upon his warm heart lies, My breath is mized into his breath. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JUNGLE by RICHMOND GEORGE ANTHONY PSALM 88 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ARTEMIS ON LATMOS by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR THE LAMENT OF TASSO by GEORGE GORDON BYRON HOW ONE WINTER CAME IN THE LAKE REGION by WILLIAM WILFRED CAMPBELL |