They dressed us up in black, Susan and Tom and me; And, walking through the fields All beautiful to see, With branches high in the air And daisy and buttercup, We heard the lark in the clouds, -- In black dressed up. They took us to the graves, Susan and Tom and me, Where the long grasses grow And the funeral tree: We stood and watched; and the wind Came softly out of the sky And blew in Susan's hair, As I stood close by. Back through the fields we came, Tom and Susan and me, And we sat in the nursery together, And had our tea. And, looking out of the window, I heard the thrushes sing; But Tom fell asleep in his chair. He was so tired, poor thing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A CHILD EMBRACING HIS MOTHER by THOMAS HOOD TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE THIRD DAY: AZRAEL by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): MEDEA BETRAYED by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS DEDICATIONS AND INSCRIPTIONS: 2. EPILOGUE: 5TH OCTOBER 1896 by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE ETERNAL TRIANGLE by EMMA BOWERS NEIGHBORS by ANNE MILLAY BREMER |