WEIGHED down by grief, o'erborne by deep despair, She lifted up white arms to heaven and prayed That day for death; she made a mighty prayer Beside her dear one gently to be laid. And standing thus, it flashed across her mind How she must make a seemly silhouette Against the sky, her figure sharply lined Upon the westering sunlight, black as jet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MESSAGE, FR. THE FAIR MAID OF THE EXCHANGE by THOMAS HEYWOOD THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 17 by OMAR KHAYYAM ON THE EXTINCTION OF THE VENETIAN REPUBLIC by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH WOO NOT THE WORLD by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II FROM AN OFFICE WINDOW by FRANCES M. BALLARD FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: MOURNER'S CONSOLED by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |