Death sets a thing significant The eye had hurried by, Except a perished creature Entreat us tenderly . To ponder little workmanships In crayon or in wool, With "This was last her fingers did," Industrious until . The thimble weighed too heavily, The stitches stopped themselves, And then 't was put among the dust Upon the closet shelves. . A book I have, a friend gave, Whose pencil, here and there, Had notched the place that pleased him, -- At rest his fingers are. . Now when I read, I read not, For interrupting tears Obliterate the etchings Too costly for repairs. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A VALEDICTION: FORBIDDING MOURNING by JOHN DONNE MACFLECKNOE; OR, A SATIRE UPON THE TRUE-BLUE-PROTESTANT POET by JOHN DRYDEN A PAUSE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE DRUM: THE NARRATIVE OF THE DEMON OF TEDWORTH by EDITH SITWELL THE BIRDS: THE HOOPOE'S CALL TO THE BIRDS by ARISTOPHANES THE ELDER WOMAN'S SONG: 3, FR. KING LEAR'S WIFE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |