SHE clung to him, the game was o'er, Content was in her soul; "Dear heart, I'm very happy now That you have come back whole." With gentle hand he smoothed her curls, And tried to keep a laugh back; "My dear, your joy is premature, For I am only @3half-back@1." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AMERICAN FLAG by JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE HE HAD HIS DREAM by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR FABLE: THE MOUNTAIN AND THE SQUIRREL by RALPH WALDO EMERSON IN HOSPITAL: 10. STAFF NURSE: NEW STYLE by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY THE GROVES OF BLARNEY by RICHARD ALFRED MILLIKIN THE BLIND LEGION by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |