WHEN softly to my arms you came, Your even pulse unbroken, Till on your sleeping lips my name In sunny peace was spoken, Content was full. And when at eve you snared away My discontent and sorrow, While I within your bosom lay, All guarded from the morrow, Content was full. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOSTON ATHENAEUM by AMY LOWELL THE CORNUCOPIA OF RED AND GREEN COMFITS by AMY LOWELL VERY EARLY SPRING by KATHERINE MANSFIELD BOOTH'S PHILIPPI by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A HYMN OF HATE by DOROTHY PARKER |