What in our lives is burnt In the fire of this? The heart'''s dear granary? The much we shall miss? Three lives hath one life ''" Iron, honey, gold. The gold, the honey gone ''" Left is the hard and cold. Iron are our lives Molten right through our youth. A burnt space through ripe fields A fair mouth'''s broken tooth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON AN INVITATION TO THE UNITED STATES by THOMAS HARDY A SUMMER NIGHT by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL THE FAMILY MAN by JOHN GODFREY SAXE WATCHING RUNNING WATER by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE SHEPHERD'S SONG: A CAROL OR HYMN FOR CHRISTMAS by EDMUND BOLTON |