MY poor body is alas unworthy: I was ill when first you brought me home. Limp and weary in the house -- Time passed and I got no better. We could hardly ever see each other: I could not serve you as I ought. Then you received the Imperial Mandate: You were ordered to go far away to the City. Long, long must be our parting: I was not destined to tell you my thoughts. I stood on tiptoe gazing into the distance, Interminably gazing at the road that had taken you. With thoughts of you my mind is obsessed: In my dreams I see the light of your face. Now you are started on your long journey Each day brings you further from me. Oh that I had a bird's wings And high flying could follow you. Long I sob and long I cry: The tears fall down and wet my skirt. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FIDDLING WOOD by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET SHALL I SAY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DIPPOLD THE OPTICIAN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ON PLAYWRIGHT (1) by BEN JONSON AFTERNOON ON A HILL by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY |