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...THE THREE TROOPERS DURING THE PROTECTORATE by GEORGE WALTER THORNBURY THEN AND NOW by JEAN JACQUES ANTOINE AMPERE IN IMMEMORIAM by EDWARD BRADLEY TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. LO! I OPEN A DOOR by EDWARD CARPENTER |