Lay away the story,-- <br />Though the theme is sweet, <br />There's a lack of something yet, <br />Leaves it incomplete:-- <br />There's a nameless yearning-- <br />Strangely undefined-- <br />For a story sweeter still <br />Than the written kind. <br /> <br />Therefore read no longer-- <br />I've no heart to hear <br />But just something you make up, <br />O my mother dear.-- <br />With your arms around me, <br />Hold me, folded-eyed,-- <br />Only let your voice go on-- <br />I'll be satisfied.<br /><br />James Whitcomb Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/even-song-3/
