IT will be much better when I am under the bough; I shall be more myself, Dear, then, Than I am now. No sign of querulousness To wear you out Shall I show there: strivings and stress Be quite without. This fleeting life-brief blight Will have gone past When I resume my old and right Place in the Vast. And when you come to me To show you true, Doubt not I shall infallibly Be waiting you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VANISHING RED by ROBERT FROST THE VANISHING BOAT by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE THE EXEQUY [ON HIS WIFE] by HENRY KING (1592-1669) THE CITY AT THE END OF THINGS by ARCHIBALD LAMPMAN THE LAND OF NOD by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |