SAY, sweet, my grief and I, we may not brook Even your light footfall, even your shy look, Even your light hand that touches carelessly The faded ribbon in the closed-up book. Let be; my door is closed for this one day, Nor may morn's freshness through my window stray; My heart is a guest-chamber, and awaits Sorrow, a sweet shy guest from far away. Shyly it comes from its far distant home, O keep a silence lest its voice be dumb; For every man that lives and laughs and loves Must hear that whisper when his hour has come. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WATER by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE MOUNTAIN by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE UNCERTAINTY PRINCIPLE by JAMES GALVIN BROTHERHOOD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GOOD-BYE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |