LET him lean Against his life, that glassy interval 'Twixt us and nothing; and, upon the ground Of his own slippery breath, draw hueless dreams, And gaze on frost-work hopes. Uncourteous Death Knuckles the pane, and. ... | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PORPHYRIA'S LOVER by ROBERT BROWNING THE COMING OF GOOD LUCK by ROBERT HERRICK BROWNING AT ASOLO by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON FOUR LITTLE FOXES by LEW SARETT THE TIME FOR PRAYER by G. BENNETT MEASUREMENTS by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |