Come in. Everything's yours, little Come-sit-on-my-knee. My letters, my youth, my share of the sky. ... I want to give you everything, since you've given yourself to me. Put your hand on my life, and in my heaven your eye. Here's the disorderly and temporary room Where I was alone, but my hopes were all awhirl. ... Here are the lamp and the closets of my gloom, And the photograph of my mother as a girl. Here are my poets, all my favorite books, And then over here on the bare wall, you can see The new calendar where your birthday looks Out of the circle I've marked. ... And here's my poetry. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WORLD (1) by HENRY VAUGHAN SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 46 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE LAST MAN: RAIN by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE FOUNDER OF THE FEAST by ROBERT BROWNING FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 1. A LITTLE BREATH I'LL BORROW by THOMAS CAMPION |