I WILL not wake you, dear; no tears shall creep To chill the still bed where you lie asleep; No cry, no word, shall break the sanctity Of the great silence where God lets you lie. I will not tease your grave with flower or stone; You are tired, my heart; you shall be left alone. And even the kisses that my lips must lay Upon the mould of the triumphant clay Shall be so soft -- like those a mother lays Upon her sleeping baby's little face -- You will not feel my kisses, will not hear; You are tired: sleep on, I will not wake you, dear! But when the good day comes, you will hear me cry, "Ah, make a little place where I can lie!" And half awakened, you will feel me creep Into the folds of your familiar sleep, And draw them round us, with a tender moan, "How could you let me sleep so long alone?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HEROD'S LAMENT FOR MARIAMNE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE PINES AND THE SEA by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH DUNS SCOTUS'S OXFORD by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE VISION OF SIN by ALFRED TENNYSON ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 14. TO THE HON. CHARLES TOWNSHEND - FROM THE COUNTRY by MARK AKENSIDE EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 15. RATHER DEEDS THAN WORDS by PHILIP AYRES |