Ah! now I sit in bowers of bliss, Soothed by an angel's balmy kiss! Delicious languor o'er me stealing Is now my only sense of feeling. The breath of flowers perfumes the air; The forms around are -- oh, so fair! The once cold air seems warm and bright, And I, too, seem a being of light. My hair is not so very grey -- Some dye will take that hue away; A little powder shall, I vow, Hide the small wrinkles on my brow. My teeth are sound -- I feel no pain -- Their slight ache was but sign of rain; And then the twinging of my feet Was nothing but a dream, a cheat. To me, the night, though dark, seems day, Colored by Hope's most beauteous ray: No sorrow hence shall give me pain -- I know I'll never weep again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GHOSTS OF A LUNATIC ASYLUM by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CONTRA MORTEM: THE CHILD'S BEING by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE LEAVES by HAYDEN CARRUTH A PORTRAIT OF MY ROOF by JAMES GALVIN GOAL by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: FATHER WHIMSETT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |