If anybody's friend be dead It's sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive- At such and such a time- Their costume, of a Sunday, Some manner of the Hair- A prank nobody knew but them Lost, in the Sepulchre- How warm, they were, on such a day, You almost feel the date- So short way off it seems- And now-they're Centuries from that- How pleased they were, at what you said- You try to touch the smile And dip your fingers in the frost- When was it-Can you tell- You asked the Company to tea- Acquaintance-just a few- And chatted close with this Grand Thing That don't remember you- Past Bows, and Invitations- Past Interview, and Vow- Past what Ourself can estimate- That-makes the Quick of Woe! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHPEHERD'S HOUR by PAUL VERLAINE THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 17. A LOVER'S PLEA by THOMAS CAMPION KEEP A-PLUGGING AWAY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE POET'S SONG FOR HIS WIFE by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 10. THE PORTRAIT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI TIPPERARY: 5. BY OUR OWN EUGENE FIELD by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |