She died in her fullest beauty, -- God be with her lovers! God be with them when the first snow covers All the ground about her grave, When awkward-fingered frost displays The cruelest means to misbehave. God go with them on their ways That first clear night of winter when The earth is cleft by sword-sharp ice That clasps the frigid dead, -- God be with them then. But when in April's strange device They read some sorrow we've not seen, -- As when the lilacs, winterkilled, Remind us of the joy they'd been, When spring sets sun to wake the tilled Land again and man discovers mate, May God be with her lovers! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 1 by CONRAD AIKEN PARAGRAPHS: 16 by HAYDEN CARRUTH DOWN THE BROOK by ROBERT FROST WHAT THING A BIRD WOULD LOVE by ROBERT FROST EXPLICATION OF AN IMAGINARY TEXT by JAMES GALVIN THE EXECUTIVE by DAVID IGNATOW GHOSTS OF THE OLD YEAR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: GEORGE JOSLIN ON LA MENKEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |