LAY away the story, -- Though the theme is sweet, There's a lack of something yet, Leaves it incomplete: -- There's a nameless yearning -- Strangely undefined -- For a story sweeter still Than the written kind. Therefore read no longer -- I've no heart to hear But just something you make up, O my mother dear. -- With your arms around me, Hold me, folded-eyed, -- Only let your voice go on -- I'll be satisfied. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEAD PAN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SIMON THE CYRENIAN SPEAKS by COUNTEE CULLEN THE INDIAN BURYING GROUND by PHILIP FRENEAU THE CONQUERED BANNER by ABRAM JOSEPH RYAN A TEAMSTER'S FAREWELL by CARL SANDBURG THE DAY-DREAM: MORAL by ALFRED TENNYSON |