I think just how my shape will rise - When I shall be "forgiven" - Till Hair - and Eyes - and timid Head - Are out of sight - in Heaven - I think just how my lips will weigh - With shapeless - quivering - prayer - That you - so late - "Consider" me - The "Sparrow" of your Care - I mind me that of Anguish - sent - Some drifts were moved away - Before my simple bosom - broke - And why not this - if they? And so I con that thing - "forgiven" - Until - delirious - borne - By my long bright - and longer - trust - I drop my Heart - unshriven! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THISTLE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS TO A SOLITARY DISCIPLE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A WINTRY LULLABY by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA A TOMB BY THE SEA by AULUS LICINIUS ARCHIAS ON TURNING A STONE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE MAIN DRAG by BERTON BRALEY |