IF I could only serve him, How sweet this life would be. Last night I dreamed my darling, Alive, returned to me. I brought him from the cupboard The things he liked to eat, -- The little piece of honey, The rye bread and the meat. I sang the song he asked for The night he went away. How was it, when I loved him, I could have said him nay! I took the time to please him, With a hand upon his brow, Amid the awful leisure There was no hurry now. How strange I once denied him What took so little while. A kiss would seem so simple, So slight a thing a smile. With pleased sweet looks of wonder He took what I could give, -- Such words as we deny them only because they live. The pale light of the morning Shone in upon the wall. Come back to me, my darling, And I will give you all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FORESTERS: NATIONAL SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON THE RIVER HOUSE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN QUEEN MARY'S LETTER TO BOTHWELL by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TO A HAPPY WARRIOR by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE FABRIC by GAMALIEL BRADFORD HEY FOR A LASS WI' A TOCHER by ROBERT BURNS TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. AS A WOMAN OF A MAN by EDWARD CARPENTER |