IF YOU but knew the tears that fall For life unloved and fireside drear, Perhaps, before my lonely hall, You would pass near. If you but knew your power to thrill My drooping soul by one pure glance. One look across my window-sill You'd cast perchance. If you but knew what soothing balm One heart can on another pour, Would you not sit -- a sister calm -- Beside my door? And if you knew I loved you well, And loved you too with all my heart, You'd come to me, with me to dwell, And ne'er depart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MOTHER NIGHT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SURFACES AND MASKS; 3 by CLARENCE MAJOR |