She must have lived so long with only trees For friends, and so have known at last too well Some certain curious facts she could not tell To anyone; for she found larger ease With things that had no faces, and took these To be a perfect sign of demon spell That soon or late would break the even hell Which seemed to be beyond this world's appease. And now that she has lived a rapture there Where none of us would venture -- now it seems Almost as if a greater wisdom crowned Her every day than favors even rare Or final moments with its surest gleams; Nor can she tell us what it was she found. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OCTAVES: 8 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON FATHER WILLIAM [QUESTIONED], FR. ALICE IN WONDERLAND by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON TO MY NOSE by ALFRED HENRY FORRESTER ON MILTON'S PARADISE LOST by ANDREW MARVELL |