Author Richard Aldington You will never rise up again with a flutter of thick wings and rouse me from my bed in the morning; For a thief came silently upon you in your sleep and killed you, pressing his finger into your throat. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments