Friday, October 2, 2015

Prevision By Aline Kilmer

By Aline Kilmer

I know you are too dear to stay;
You are so exquisitely sweet:
My lonely house will thrill someday
To echoes of your eager feet.

I hold your words within my heart,
So few, so infinitely dear;
Watching your fluttering hands I start
At the corroding touch of fear.

A faint, unearthly music rings
From you to Heaven -- it is not far!
A mist about your beauty clings
Like a thin cloud before a star.

My heart shall keep the child I knew,
When you are really gone from me,
And spend its life remembering you

As shells remember the lost sea.

record the Title:
What is this poem about?

What is the speaker's tone? Explain your answer using textual evidence.

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