I lie on my pallet bed, And I hear the drip of the rain, The rain on my garret roof is falling, And I am cold and in pain. I lie on my pallet bed, And my heart is wild with delight; I hear her voice through the midnight calling, As I lie awake in the night. I lie on my pallet bed, And I see her bright eyes gleam; She smiles, she speaks, and the world is ended. And made again in a dream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SERE AND YELLOW LEAF by KAREN SWENSON THE PLANTING OF THE APPLE TREE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE LADY AND THE SWINE by MOTHER GOOSE ELEGIAC SONNET: 4. TO THE MOON by CHARLOTTE SMITH L. OF G.'S PURPORT by WALT WHITMAN THE WORLD'S TRIUMPHS by MATTHEW ARNOLD |