I LONG to feel thy little arm's embrace, Thy little silver-sounding voice to hear; I long for thy warm kisses on my face, And for thy birdlike carol, blithe and clear. I long for every childish, loving word; And for thy little footsteps, fairy light, That hither, thither moved, and ever stirred My heart with them to gladness infinite. And for thy hair I long -- that halo blest Hanging in golden glory round thy brow. My child, can aught such longing lull to rest? Nay, heaven's bliss alone can end it now. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLACK RUNNER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MOTHER'S LOVE by THOMAS BURBIDGE ON LUCY, COUNTESS OF BEDFORD by BEN JONSON THE WATER-LILY by JOHN BANISTER TABB AN ESCAPE by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE |