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Say Something To Me

By James Whitcomb Riley

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Say something to me!    I've waited so long -         Waited and wondered in vain;     Only a sentence would fall like a song         Over this listening pain -     Over a silence that glowers and frowns, -         Even my pencil to-night     Slips in the dews of my sorrow and wounds         Each tender word that I write.     Say something to me - if only to tell         Me you remember the past;     Let the sweet words, like the notes of a bell,         Ring out my vigil at last.     O it were better, far better than this         Doubt and distrust in the breast, -     For in the wine of a fanciful kiss         I could taste Heaven, and - rest.     Say something to me!    I kneel and I plead,         In my wild need, for a word;     If my poor heart from this silence were freed,         I could soar up like a bird     In the glad morning, and twitter and sing,         Carol and warble and cry     Blithe as the lark as he cruises awing         Over the deeps of the sky.

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About James Whitcomb Riley

James Whitcomb Riley (1849–1916) was an American poet known as the "Hoosier Poet." His dialect poems—including "Little Orphant Annie" and "When the Frost Is on the Punkin"—celebrate rural Indiana life and childhood nostalgia.

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