THE little songs that come and go, In tender measures, to and fro, Whene'er the day brings you to me, Keep my heart full of melody. But on my lute I strive in vain To play the music o'er again, And you, dear love, will never know The little songs that come and go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEVASTATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DEATH (1) by MAXWELL BODENHEIM SONNET - REALITIES: 1 by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS CASSANDRA by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: DEDICATION TO HENRY, PRINCE OF WALES by WILLIAM BASSE THE ORANGE-PEEL IN THE GUTTER by MATHILDE BLIND |