O FRIENDS of mine, whose kindly words come to me Voiced only in lost lisps of ink and pen, If I had power to tell the good you do me, And how the blood you warm goes laughing through me, My tongue would babble baby-talk again. And I would toddle round the world to meet you -- Fall at your feet, and clamber to your knees And with glad, happy hands would reach and greet you, And twine my arms about you, and entreat you For leave to weave a thousand rhymes like these -- A thousand rhymes enwrought of nought but presses Of cherry-lip and apple-cheek and chin, And pats of honeyed palms, and rare caresses, And all the sweets of which as Fancy guesses She folds away her wings and swoons therein. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO AMARANTHA, THAT SHE WOULD DISHEVEL HER HAIR by RICHARD LOVELACE PROMETHEUS BOUND: THE OVERTHROW OF ZEUS by AESCHYLUS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 47. AL-HAKIM by EDWIN ARNOLD SONG FOR DECORATION DAY by HELEN C. BACON PSALM 24. DOMINI EST TERRA by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |