I have no ears or eyes For either bird or flower; Music and lovely blooms Must bide their lighter hour; So let them wait awhile — For yet another day Till I at last forget The woman lying dead; And how a lonely child Came to his mother's bed And tugged at her cold hand — And could not make it play. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HER LIKENESS by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK THE BEAUTIFUL by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES AT THE GRAVE OF BURNS; SEVEN YEARS AFTER HIS DEATH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THESEUS AND ARIADNE by FRANCIS BEAUMONT PSALM 135 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE INDIAN SIGN by BERTON BRALEY IF LINCOLN SHOULD RETURN by MARGARET E. BRUNER TO A CERTAIN VERY UGLY BUILDING: THE ARMORY by VINCENT GODFREY BURNS |