LIFE with his chin on my shoulder Whispers into my ear. His voice is like winds, and cities, And seas, and sorrow, and fear. It troubles and wearies me always. Nothing he says comes clear. -- Sharp chin on my aching shoulder! Strange murmurous voice in my ear! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHERIDAN'S RIDE [DECEMBER 19, 1864] by THOMAS BUCHANAN READ PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 56 by EDWARD TAYLOR NEWS OF THE WORLD: 2 by GEORGE BARKER HER CREED by SARAH KNOWLES BOLTON TO MY SON by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TO JULIA TO EXPEDITE HER PROMISE by JOHN CLEVELAND SONG, FR. THE FAIR PENITENT by WILLIAM CONGREVE THE FALSE ONE; IN IMITATION TO THAT OF HORACE by CHARLES COTTON |