From far she watched his wanderings, and sighed To know herself so soft, so warm a thing; And laughed recalling with what pains she tried To pipe the tune that he had bade her sing. For he had told her in those golden days, When all her hope lay trembling on his breast, That she must watch him go his vagrant ways -- For him there was no peace, there was no rest. His words had shown her all she feared, and when He slept she lay beside him silently. Up in the morning, gayly serene again, She told him she had found Philosophy. This made him comfortable, and though she died He should not know how bitterly she lied. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 1 by CONRAD AIKEN TIE-DOWN OF A BONSAI by MARVIN BELL COMING DOWN TO THE DESERT AT LORDBURG, N.M. by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE NOTHING I by HAYDEN CARRUTH UNTITLED, 1968; FOR MARK ROTHKO by JAMES GALVIN A MENDOCINO MEMORY by EDWIN MARKHAM |