@3AH God, how good and sweet it is To have so fair a rest For such a weary, weary head On such a white, white breast!@1 Ah me, how sweet and good it is To leave the city's lamps, Its multitude of merchant-men, Its multitude of tramps: To find the children eager-eyed, Expectant of my tread— Bright little angels scantly robed In readiness for bed! To hear the music of a voice That welcomes me at night: To see within her eyes of love A rare and sudden light! To watch the youngest at her heart, And hear with ecstasy His uncouth dialect of joy When calling out to me! The finest language lacking words The world has ever had! And how the spirit answers it! And how the soul is glad! Peace, peace indeed, with labour done, The babies kissed to sleep, To hear the household chronicles— What made the children weep; What dandelions grew beside The dock-plants in the lanes; How Baby puckered up his face At stinging-nettle pains. Peace, peace indeed! And then to sit Beside my Love's low chair, And sometimes feel her hand—sometimes Her lips upon my hair. And bliss it is, returning late, To see her, half-divine, Calm as a statue-saint, asleep, And think—@3This angel's mine.@1 Gold, pink, and snow in one she lies Toward my vacant place, As if she hoped when she awoke At once to find my face. Ah God, how good and sweet it is To have so fair a rest For such a weary, weary head On such a white, white breast! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE WAY OF LOVE by ROBERT BROWNING ON THE EMIGRATION TO AMERICA AND PEOPLING WESTERN COUNTRY by PHILIP FRENEAU FRAGMENTS OF A LOST GNOSTIC POEM OF THE 12TH CENTURY by HERMAN MELVILLE THE PORTENT by HERMAN MELVILLE THE OLD MAN AND JIM by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY WHEN THE FROST IS ON THE PUNKIN by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 25 by PHILIP SIDNEY |