My darling's silent pet, It seems too strange to be That he is with us yet And gone so long is she. To curl upon her bed He came at her command; She smoothed his willing head With her thin, lily hand. He went and came again And loved by her to be; He goes and comes as then, But nevermore comes she. He used to heed her call— Her voice was soft and low; I wonder if at all He listens for it now. While to and fro he steals As noiseless as a ghost, I wonder if he feels A sense of something lost; If, thinking of her yet, And loving her no less, He longs to pay the debt Of many a fond caress. I see him go and come, Uncertain what to do, And wonder if, though dumb, He is a mourner too. Of time he had a shred, And she eternity; Yet he sleeps on her bed, And in her grave sleeps she. What is it we forget When oft and oft we say That he is with us yet And she is gone away? In her eternal place, Among the cherubim, His speck of time and space She never envies him. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONCERNING NECESSITY by HAYDEN CARRUTH SAPPHIC SUICIDE NOTE by JAMES GALVIN LOVELIGHT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MATE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE SEASONS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SONG OF THE OPEN COUNTRY by DOROTHY PARKER |