My place is with my darling where she lies And gravely muses in the twilight hour, My lady with the dewy-lidded eyes And lips that curve like petals of a flower. Love lies upon her mouth and on her fingers And on her bosom joy itself was born, My heart is with my darling where she lingers And I would sing her praises night and morn. Time laughs at me, for I am lost in space And borne through worlds that neither know nor care, But I can close my eyes and see her face And know again the fragrance of her hair. My place is with my lovely One. In sleep I hear her cry my name aloud, and weep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IMPELLED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SONG FOR A VIOLA D'AMORE by AMY LOWELL THE DOLL BELIEVERS by CLARENCE MAJOR A LITTLE GIRL'S PRAYER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: GODWIN JAMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DILIGENCE IS TO MAGIC AS PROGRESS IS TO FLIGHT by MARIANNE MOORE |