BY her white bed I muse a little space: She fell asleep -- not very long ago, -- And yet the grass was here and not the snow -- The leaf, the bud, the blossom, and -- her face! -- Midsummer's heaven above us, and the grace Of Love's own day, from dawn to afterglow; The fireflies' glimmering, and the sweet and low Plaint of the whippoorwills, and every place In thicker twilight for the roses' scent. Then @3night@1. -- She slept -- in such tranquillity, I walk atiptoe still, nor @3dare@1 to weep, Feeling, in all this hush, she rests content -- That though God stood to wake her for me, she Would mutely plead: "Nay, Lord! Let @3him@1 so sleep." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FAMILY MAN by JOHN GODFREY SAXE AN IRISH AIRMAN FORESEES HIS DEATH by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS HEART'S EASE by MATHILDE BLIND AT A SEACOAST TAVERN by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE HAPPY LAND by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE ROMAN WOMEN by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |