Why need I say, Louisa dear! How glad I am to see you here, A lovely convalescent; Risen from the bed of pain and fear, And feverish heat incessant. The sunny showers, the dappled sky, The little birds that warble high, Their vernal loves commencing, Will better welcome you than I With their sweet influencing. Believe me, while in bed you lay, Your danger taught us all to pray: You made us grow devouter! Each eye looked up and seemed to say, How can we do without her? Besides, what vexed us worse, we knew, They have no need of such as you In the place where you were going: This World has angels all too few, And Heaven is overflowing! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SERMON AT CLEVEDON; GOOD FRIDAY by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN PSALM OF THOSE WHO GO FORTH BEFORE DAYLIGHT by CARL SANDBURG TO A HUMMING BIRD by GLADYS ARNE A WOMAN'S APOLOGY by ALFRED AUSTIN FASHION; A DIALOGUE by JAMES HAY BEATTIE PROFITABLE THINGS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 34 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |