The little daisies, two by two, The lilies wet with frosted dew, The sweet procession of the Spring Carries my baby's offering. I leave the thoughts that take his place, Imaginations winged in space, And fold his shadow to my breast, With the dear lips that mine have prest. Ever my introverted eyes Recover that past paradise; Not without hell pain shuddered through Where life declined, to rise anew. Oh! to my darling carry this, The old-time phrase, the frequent kiss; Remind him how, in his decay, My life's enamel melts away. Tell him my time must also come To enter his restricted home, Where my soul furniture shall be His lovely immortality. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAIRIES' SONG by THOMAS RANDOLPH THE ABSTINENT LOVER by ABUL BAHR CARMEN SYLVA by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS EPIGRAM ON ONE BORN BLIND, AND SO DEAD by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) THE NORTH AND THE SOUTH; LAST POEM, ROME, MAY, 1861 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE FOE AT THE GATES by JOHN DICKSON BRUNS PUTTING THE CREAM IN THE WELL OF VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |