I found Love in a certain place Asleep and cold -- or cold and dead? -- All ivory-white upon his bed All ivory-white his face. His hands were folded On his quiet breast, To his figure laid at rest Chilly bed was moulded. His hair hung lax about his brow, I had not seen his face before; Or if I saw it once, it wore Another aspect now. No trace of last night's sorrow, No shadow of tomorrow; All at peace (thus all sorrows cease), All at peace. I wondered: Were his eyes Soft or falcon-clear? I wondered: As he lies Does he feel me near? In silence my heart spoke And wondered: If he woke And found me sitting nigh him And felt me sitting by him, If life flushed to his cheek, He living man with men, Then if I heard him speak Oh should I know him then? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NO MATTER WHAT, AFTER ALL, AND THAT BEAUTIFUL WORD SO by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE CHIMNEY SWEEPER, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE RETIREMENT; TO MR. IZAAK WALTON by CHARLES COTTON PRELUDES: 1-4 (COMPLETE) by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT CHURCH-MUSICK [CHURCH MUSIC] by GEORGE HERBERT |