I KNEW not if to laugh or weep ; They sat and talked of you -- "'Twas here he sat; 'twas this he said ! 'Twas that he used to do. "Here is the book wherein he read, The room wherein he dwelt ; And he" (they said) "was such a man, Such things he thought and felt." I sat and sat, I did not stir ; They talked and talked away. I was as mute as any stone, I had no word to say. They talked and talked ; like to a stone My heart grew in my breast -- I, who had never seen your face Perhaps I knew you best. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW IT STRIKES A CONTEMPORARY by ROBERT BROWNING FIRST BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 7 by THOMAS CAMPION ON THE ROAD by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE ROMAN ROAD by THOMAS HARDY PICTURES FROM APPLEDORE: 2 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL |