Do you know what it is to be vagrant born?
A waif is only a waif. And so,
For another idle hour I sit,
In large content while the fire burns low.
I gossip here to my crony heart
Of the day just over, and count it one
Of the royal elemental days,
Though its dreams were few and its deeds were none.
Outside, the winter; inside, the warmth
And a sweet oblivion of turmoil. Why?
All for a gentle girlish hand
With its warm and lingering good-bye.
A Waif
Bliss Carman And Richard Hovey
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Poem topics: fire, heart, winter, gentle, oblivion, sweet, good, gossip, warm, large, Valentine's Day, warmth, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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