If I could make a pillow for your head, Soft, pleasant, filled with every pretty thought; If I could lay a carpet where you tread Of all my life's most radiant fancies wrought, And spread my love as canopy above you, Your sleep, your steps should know how much I love you. But -- as life goes, to the old sorry tune -- I stand apart, I see thorns wound your feet, Your sleeping eyes resenting sun and moon, Your head lie restless on a breast unmeet -- And say no word, and suffer without moan, Lest you should guess how much you are alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GREEK SONG: 1. THE STORM OF DELPHI by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE DAYS GONE BY by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY JACK CREAMER [OCTOBER 25, 1812] by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE EPITAPHS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TWILIGHT ON THE DESERT by ETHEL FRANCES BARNARD SWORD AND BUCKLER; OR, SERVING-MAN'S DEFENCE: TO THE READER by WILLIAM BASSE |