LEND me, a little while, the key That locks your heavy heart, and I'll give you back- Rarer than books and ribbons and beads bright to see, This little Key of Dreams out of my pack. The road, the road, beyond men's bolted doors, There shall I walk and you go free of me, For yours lies North across the moors, And mine lies South. To what seas? How if we stopped and let our solemn selves go by, While my gay ghost caught and kissed yours, as ghosts don't do, And by the wayside, this forgotten you and I Sat, and were twenty-two? Give me the key that locks your tired eyes, And I will lend you this one from my pack, Brighter than colored beads and painted books that make men wise: Take it. No, give it back! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEEP IN THE QUIET WOOD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TROAS: ACT II. LATTER END OF THE CHORUS by LUCIUS ANNAEUS SENECA THE TROPICS IN NEW YORK by CLAUDE MCKAY TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 8. DEPARTURE by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE IDYLLS OF THE KING: GUINEVERE by ALFRED TENNYSON |