James Whitcomb Riley

(7 October 1849 - 22 July 1916 / Greenfield, Indiana)

A Leave-Taking - Poem by James Whitcomb Riley

She will not smile;
She will not stir;
I marvel while
I look on her.
The lips are chilly
And will not speak;
The ghost of a lily
In either cheek.

Her hair--ah me!
Her hair--her hair!
How helplessly
My hands go there!
But my caresses
Meet not hers,
O golden tresses
That thread my tears!

I kiss the eyes
On either lid,
Where her love lies
Forever hid.
I cease my weeping
And smile and say:
I will be sleeping
Thus, some day!


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  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (5/10/2014 6:44:00 AM)

    What a gorgeous write this is! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 9, 2010



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