AND if I came not again After certain days; If no morning sun or rain Met me on their ways; If the meadows knew no more How my feet go free, And the folded hills forbore Any speech of me; If you did not find me here, At the door at night, And the cold hearth kept no cheer, And the panes no light; -- Oh, if I came not again, Would you miss me much? Would your fingers once be fain Of my wandering touch? Would you dream me at your side In the waking wood, Where the old spring hungers hide In blue solitude? Would you wonder where I passed, Into joy or pain? Oh, to know you cared, at last, Came I not again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRINCESS: SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON THE TWO TREES by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS STANZAS: IN THE MANNER OF SPENSER by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THREE STEPS by KATHARINE LEE BATES ACHRONOS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |