THE tender touch of a gentle hand To-night on my aching brow, The sound of a loving low-tuned voice, How pleasant they would be now; I think they would send the shadows away Which hang so closely around me to-day. And, sitting idly, I close my eyes And dream how perhaps one day, In my lonely hours, my long sought friend Will come to my home and say "Bring all your tired thoughts to me dear and rest, No shadow will touch you here on my breast." I shall not tell her, but she will know; My rest will be very sweet, And all the shadow and gloom will go, Caught up in the toiling street, And I shall thank her and clasp her hand, And she will smile and understand. And if on the morrow we chance to meet With others, her face will be Happy and bright for them all, and just A little kinder for me, And once I shall look in her eyes, and so, Learn something there no other may know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS APOLOGIA PRO POEMATE MEO by WILFRED OWEN GARDEN DAYS: 7. THE GARDENER by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE FLATTERERS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS BUCK O' KINGWATTER by ROBERT ANDERSON OF CARLISLE EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS FALSORUM DEORUM CULTOR by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |