I WANT to sing something -- but this is all -- I try and I try, but the rhymes are dull As though they were damp, and the echoes fall Limp and unlovable. Words will not say what I yearn to say -- They will not walk as I want them to, But they stumble and fall in the path of the way Of my telling my love for you. Simply take what the scrawl is worth -- Knowing I love you as sun the sod On the ripening side of the great round earth That swings in the smile of God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PINES AND THE SEA by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH LULLABY OF A LOVER by GEORGE GASCOIGNE THE HARVEST MOON; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE MAHOGANY TREE by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY MODERN MANNERS by MARY (CUMBERLAND) ALCOCK THE YELLOW BADGE by RUTH SCHECHTER ALEXANDER |