If I could make a pillow for your head,
Soft, pleasant, filled with every pretty thought;
If I could lay a carpet where you tread
Of all my life's most radiant fancies wrought,
And spread my love as canopy above you,
Your sleep, your steps should know how much I love you.
But-as life goes, to the old sorry tune-
I stand apart, I see thorns wound your feet,
Your sleeping eyes resenting sun and moon,
Your head lie restless on a breast unmeet-
And say no word, and suffer without moan,
Lest you should guess how much you are alone.
The Onlooker
E. (edith) Nesbit
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Poem topics: I love you, alone, moon, sleep, sorry, sun, pretty, pillow, stand, soft, thought, guess, spread, life, head, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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