FOUR o'clock this afternoon, Fifteen hundred miles away: So it goes, the crazy tune, So it pounds and hums all day Four o'clock this afternoon, Earth will hide them far away: Best they go to go so soon, Best for them the grave to-day. Had she gone but half so soon, Half the world had passed away. Four o'clock this afternoon, Best for them they go to-day. Four o'clock this afternoon Love will hide them deep, they say; Love that made the grave so soon, Fifteen hundred miles away. Four o'clock this afternoon-- Ah, but they go slow to-day: Slow to suit my crazy tune, Past the need of all we say. Best it came to come so soon, Best for them they go to-day: Four o'clock this afternoon, Fifteen hundred miles away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LESSER EPISTLES: TO A LADY ON HER PASSION FOR OLD CHINA by JOHN GAY SONNET: ON FAME (1) by JOHN KEATS KEARNY AT SEVEN PINES [MAY 31, 1862] by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN ON AN ANNIVERSARY by JOHN MILLINGTON SYNGE THE NOTHING REDEMPTION by BRUCE WEIGL THE ETERNAL GOODNESS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER BROTHER BENEDICT by ALFRED AUSTIN |