I miss you in the morning, dear, When all the world is new; I know the day can bring no joy Because it brings not you. I miss the well-loved voice of you, Your tender smile for me, The charm of you, the joy of your Unfailing sympathy. The world is full of folks, it's true, But there was only one of you. I miss you at the noontide, dear; The crowded city street Seems but a desert now, I walk In solitude complete. I miss your hand beside my own The light touch of your hand, The quick gleam in the eyes of you So sure to understand. The world is full of folks, it's true, But there was only one of you. I miss you in the evening, dear, When daylight fades away; I miss the sheltering arms of you To rest me from the day, I try to think I see you yet There where the firelight gleams -- Weary at last, I sleep, and still I miss you in my dreams. THE WORLD IS FULL OF FOLKS, IT'S TRUE, BUT THERE WAS ONLY ONE OF YOU. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ACCOMPLISHED FACTS by CARL SANDBURG GRAND ARMY PLAZA by KAREN SWENSON AT KENNEBUNKPORT by LOUIS UNTERMEYER RIDDLE ON THE LETTER H (1) by CATHERINE MARIA FANSHAWE THE GRAVE OF LOVE by THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK SONNET TO NICHOLAS BLACKLEECH OF GRAYES INNE by RICHARD BARNFIELD |