Let me come in where you sit weeping—aye, <br />Let me, who have not any child to die, <br />Weep with you for the little one whose love <br />I have known nothing of. <br /> <br />The little arms that slowly, slowly loosed <br />Then- pressure round your neck—the hands you vised <br />To kiss—such arms—such hands—I never knew, <br />May I not weep with you? <br /> <br />Fain would I be of service—say something <br />Between the tears, that would be comforting, <br />But Oh! so sadder than yourself am I, <br />Who have not any child to die!<br /><br />James Whitcomb Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/may-i-not-weep-with-you/
