OH, frame some little word for me None else shall ever hear or see, -- Something my soul can call her own, When suddenly she feels alone; Something that she can take away When God shall draw the veil of clay; Something that thou wilt know her by Among the billions of the sky; Something no other soul will fit Save hers for whom thou makest it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO ABRAHAM LINCOLN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON COMPLAINT OF THE ABSENCE OF HER LOVER BEING UPON THE SEA by HENRY HOWARD THE HOUSE OF LIFE: THE SONNET (INTRODUCTION) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI INCIDENT AT BRUGES by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH WHITE SNOW by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE SPRING THOUGHTS by FLORENCE E. BALDWIN TO SIR JOHN SPENSER KNIGHTE, ALDERMAN OF LONDON by RICHARD BARNFIELD ON BEING ASKED WHAT WAS THE 'ORIGIN OF LOVE' by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |