I WENT to dig a grave for Love, But the earth was so stiff and cold That, though I strove through the bitter night, I could not break the mould. And I said: "Must he lie in my house in state, And stay in his wonted place? Must I have him with me another day, With that awful change in his face?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANDREA DEL SARTO (CALLED THE FAULTLESS PAINTER) by ROBERT BROWNING ROUEN; 26 APRIL - 25 MAY 1915 by MAY WEDDERBURN CANNAN FONTENOY by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS GOD OF PROGRESS by ALICE GILL BENTON ECCLESIASTES by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |