WHEN spring, to woods and wastes around, Brought bloom and joy again, The murdered traveller's bones were found, Far down a narrow glen. The fragrant birch, above him, hung Her tassels in the sky; And many a vernal blossom sprung, And nodded careless by. The red-bird warbled, as he wrought His hanging nest o'erhead, And fearless, near the fatal spot, Her young the partridge led. But there was weeping far away, And gentle eyes, for him, With watching many an anxious day, Were sorrowful and dim. They little knew, who loved him so, The fearful death he met, When shouting o'er the desert snow, Unarmed, and hard beset; -- Nor how, when round the frosty pole The northern dawn was red, The mountain wolf and wild-cat stole To banquet on the dead; Nor how, when strangers found his bones, They dressed the hasty bier, And marked his grave with nameless stones, Unmoistened by a tear. But long they looked, and feared, and wept, Within his distant home; And dreamed, and started as they slept, For joy that he was come. So long they looked -- but never spied His welcome step again, Nor knew the fearful death he died Far down that narrow glen. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: MRS. GREGORY WENNER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE RIVER by RALPH WALDO EMERSON AT THE SAND CREEK BRIDGE by JAMES GALVIN THE CARELESS GALLANT by THOMAS JORDAN PSALM 79 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE LOVE, DRINK, AND DEBT by ALEXANDER BROME |