SHE fanned my life out with her soft little sighs: She hushed me to death with her face so fair: I was drunk with the light of her wild blue eyes, And strangled dumb in her long gold hair. So now I'm a blessed and wandering ghost, Though I cannot quite find out my way up to heaven: But I hover about o'er the long reedy coast, In the wistful light of a low red even. I have borrowed the coat of a little gray gnat: There's a small sharp song I have learned how to sing: I know a green place she is sure to be at: I shall light on her neck there, and sting, and sting. Tra-la-la, tra-la-la, life never pleased me! I fly where I list now, and sleep at my ease. Buzz, buzz, buzz! the dead only are free. Yonder's my way now. Give place, if you please. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: FATHER WHIMSETT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS EPITAPH: IN OBITUM M.S. XO MAIJ, 1614 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) HOME-THOUGHTS, FROM THE SEA by ROBERT BROWNING AT A READING by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PSALM 16. CONSERVA ME by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 1 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT REMEMBRANCE by MARGARET E. BRUNER |