STEP lightly across the floor, And somewhat more tender be. There were many that passed my door, Many that sought after me. I gave them the passing word -- Ah, why did I give thee more? I gave thee what could not be heard, What had not been given before; The beat of my heart I gave ... And I give thee this flower on my grave. My face in the flower thou mayst see. Step lightly across the floor. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS ON PICTURES: MARY MAGDALEN AT THE DOOR OF SIMON THE PHARISEE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI JOHN BROWN OF OSAWATOMIE [OCTOBER 16, 1859] by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE by EDWIN ARNOLD WINTER MOUNTAIN by MARIANA BACHMAN THE YOUNG BROTHER by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |