I RESTED in your easy chair, Slept in your late-abandoned bed And felt your pleasure everywhere, A benediction on my head, Through sleep and waking: all the while I was quite sure I felt your smile. I knelt and laid my cheek upon The cushions that you lately pressed; All your familiar things forgone Took to my own use and behest, Quite sure your spirit leant to bless Your daughter in that loneliness. I sat beside your fire aglow, In the dim hours 'twixt night and day, And knew you would be glad to know, You who gave everything away— I had your old room, sweet and warm, Safe from the winter night and storm. I slept, I rose, I rested there; My thoughts, my dreams were still and glad. The dear room kept its happy air As in the golden years we had; And sleeping, waking, all the while I was quite sure I felt your smile. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 18 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE END OF THE EPISODE by THOMAS HARDY UPON THE IMAGE OF DEATH by ROBERT SOUTHWELL HESPERIA by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE TIPPERARY: 5. BY OUR OWN EUGENE FIELD by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |