Someone left a willful wish to me, A wish to dance beneath the night While tomtoms drum a heathen chant And stars look dim by firelight. And someone left a body, frail As misty clouds of Springtime rain. I have them both. I do not sigh. That willful wish is worth the pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 4. HER TRIUMPH by BEN JONSON JACK AND JILL (1) by MOTHER GOOSE THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): AMOR OMNIPOTENS by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS ACHIEVEMENT by MORRIS ABEL BEER THE LASS O' BALLOCHMYLE by ROBERT BURNS THE SECRET PLACE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |