YES, call me by my pet-name! let me hear The name I used to run at, when a child, From innocent play, and leave the cowslips piled, To glance up in some face that proved me dear With the look of its eyes. I miss the clear Fond voices which, being drawn and reconciled Into the music of Heaven's undefiled, Call me no longer. Silence on the bier, While I call God -- call God! -- So let thy mouth Be heir to those who are now exanimate. Gather the north flowers to complete the south, And catch the early love up in the late. Yes, call me by that name, -- and I, in truth, With the same heart, will answer and not wait. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE MERMAID TAVERN (APRIL 10, 1613) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPRING STORM by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE FOOL AND THE POET by ALEXANDER POPE THE LADY'S DRESSING ROOM by JONATHAN SWIFT TO THE GARDEN THE WORLD by WALT WHITMAN THE ROSE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH INSCRIPTION IN NETHER STOREY CHURCH IN MEMORY OF RICHARD CAMPLIN by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES |