MY verse to thee I'm dedicating, Mine own familiar friend, O Pain! who shares my couch while waiting For dawn with night to blend. Before the door of my house standing, He bares his shining blade, And challenges all: hence commanding Those unasked who invade. To be our guest he doth full often His sister Sorrow press; Long does she rest in house and croft then, And stitches me a dress. Of all companions he's most constant; My wine to pour he's fain; And a fresh cup, aye vigilant, He fills when one I drain. Now envy ye not my estate Who such a friend hath found? Death only can us separate, So closely are we bound. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MATER IN EXTREMIS by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER WRITTEN UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF DELIRIUM by WILLIAM COWPER THE OL' TUNES by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE BELLS OF SAN BLAS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THANKSGIVING DAY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH DEATH AND THE MONK by ARTHUR E. BAKER |