Song, I am unused to you - When you come your voice is behind trees calling another by my name. So little of me comes out to you I cannot hold your weight - I bury you in sleep or pour more wine, or lost in another's music, I forget that you ever spoke. If you come again, come with Elias! Elias! Elias! If only once the summons were a roar, a pillar of light, I would not betray you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LONDON, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE SONG OF THE RABBITS OUTSIDE THE TAVERN by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH ODE WRITTEN IN [THE BEGINNING OF THE YEAR] 1746 by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 44 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN ODE ON INDOLENCE by JOHN KEATS RESOLUTION AND INDEPENDENCE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |