TO think of thee! -- it was thy fond request, When, yester-eve, we parted. Ah! how well I heed thy bidding, only Love may tell, Beneath his roses. As, for welcome rest, The bird, wing-weary, seeks her downy nest; So, oft, dear Heart! from toil and care I flee, And, nestling in my happy thought of thee, With sweet repose my weary soul is blest. To think of thee -- who evermore art near My conscious spirit; like the halo spread, In altar-pictures, round some saintly head, As 't were of Heaven the golden atmosphere, -- What can I else, until in death I sink, And, thinking of my darling, cease to think! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO SONNETS: 1 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON CHURCH-MUSICK [CHURCH MUSIC] by GEORGE HERBERT ISAAC AND ARCHIBALD by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON LUKE HAVERGAL by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SACRIFICE by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL AT THE CEDARS by DUNCAN CAMPBELL SCOTT THE QUEEN FORGETS by GEORGE STERLING |