If you come as softly As wind within the trees You may hear what I hear See what sorrow sees. If you come as lightly As threading dew I will take you gladly Nor ask more of you. You may sit beside me Silent as a breath Only those who stay dead Shall remember death. And if you come I will be silent Nor speak harsh words to you. I will not ask you why, now. Or how, or what you do. We shall sit here, softly Beneath two different years And the rich earth between us Shall drink our tears." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALEXANDER THROCKMORTON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PORTRAIT OF A BOY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS MEMORY by HAYDEN CARRUTH WESTERN CIVILIZATION by JAMES GALVIN VOLUPTAS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |