SPARE her at least: look you have taken from me The Present, and I murmur not, nor moan; The Future too, with all her glorious promise; But do not leave me utterly alone. Spare me the Past: for, she, see cannot harm you, She lies so white and cold, wrapped in her shroud; All, all my own! and, trust me, I will hide her Within my soul, nor speak to her aloud. I folded her soft hands upon her bosom, And strewed my flowers upon her, -- @3they@1 still live: Sometimes I like to kiss her closed white eyelids, And think of all the joy she used to give. Cruel indeed it were to take her from me; She sleeps, she will not wake -- no fear -- again: And so I laid her, such a gentle burden, Quietly on my heart to still its pain. I do not think that any smiling Present, Any vague Future, spite of all her charms, Could ever rival her. You know you laid her, Long years ago, then living, in my arms. Leave her at least: while my tears fall upon her, I dream she smiles, just as she did of yore; As dear as ever to me, -- nay, it may be, Even dearer still, -- since I have nothing more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOMING BRAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TROY PARK: 5. THE CAT by EDITH SITWELL IN TIME OF 'THE BREAKING OF NATIONS' by THOMAS HARDY GEORGE WASHINGTON by JOHN HALL INGHAM HOME by LEONIDAS OF ALEXANDRIA MADRIGAL: 109 by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI THE BLOOD HORSE by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER |