ONCE upon a time she'd take me-- Take me in her arms each night; Softly croon a song of slumber, Bid me close my eyes so tight; For she said: "The Sandman's coming!" Then I knew I must beware, Lest he catch me with them open, As we rocked in that old chair. Long that's been; I'm worn and weary, And I would that I could rest With her arms entwined around me, And my head upon her breast. She would croon to me so softly, And she'd gently stroke my hair; While I'd drift away to Dreamland, Rocked to sleep in that old chair. But that chair has long been empty-- Where it is I do not know; And the songs she sang so sweetly, Were forgotten long ago. But to-night I feel her presence-- Seem to see her face so fair, And to hear her softly crooning In that old, old rocking-chair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WILD GAZELLE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THREE KINGS OF ORIENT by JOHN HENRY HOPKINS JR. THE SLEEPER by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE MILKING-MAID by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 79. THE MONOCHORD by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE GARDEN OF PROSERPINE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE MEMORY OF THE HEART by DANIEL WEBSTER |