SWEET vagabond, I hardly know Your mother's tongue, your father's name, For even as a dream you came, And even as a dream you go. My heart shall hold your gift of love Dear, till I sleep the ground beneath, Though the white scallops of your teeth Shall be my only proof thereof. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOEL: CHRISTMAS EVE, 1913 by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE COCK AND THE FOX, OR THE TALE OF THE NUN'S PRIEST by GEOFFREY CHAUCER THE RIDDLERS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE MEMORIAL TABLET (GREAT WAR, 1918) by SIEGFRIED SASSOON MAD BLAKE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |