I READ, dear friend, in your dear face Your life's tale told with perfect grace; The river of your life I trace Up the sun-chequered, devious bed To the far-distant fountain-head. Not one quick beat of your warm heart, Nor thought that came to you apart, Pleasure nor pity, love nor pain Nor sorrow, has gone by in vain; But as some lone, wood-wandering child Brings home with him at evening mild The thorns and flowers of all the wild, From your whole life, O fair and true Your flowers and thorns you bring with you! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE LIES BLEEDING by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 11. ABRAHAM DAVENPORT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ON A FOUNTAIN AND ITS ARCHITECT by PHILIP AYRES SUNSET-MOOD by STANLEY E. BABB THE FIVE CARLINS; AN ELECTION BALLAD by ROBERT BURNS |