I cannot work: I dare not sit alone. There's not a corner here that has not known Some moment of you, and your pictured eyes Pursue me with relentless memories. Here was the chair you sat in; here we lay Until your face grew fainter with the day, And, in a veil of kisses, swooning white, Fell back into the mystery of night. 'Twas here I kissed you first; 'twas there you said, "I love you," and, "Would God that I were dead!" And now, when you are gone for evermore, I pace between the window and the door, And, in the feverish folly of despair, Stand listening for your step upon the stair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DIPPOLD THE OPTICIAN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE JOYS OF THE ROAD by BLISS CARMAN HOW'S MY BOY? by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL ARIZONA POEMS: 6. RAIN IN THE DESERT by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER ANOTHER SPRING by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |