FOR every man that dies, some little one Is born, they say, into this world of ours; I wonder if, for every evil done, Some deed unfolds fair-hearted, like the flowers? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLYING DUTCHMAN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SERENADE by JEAN FRANCOIS VICTOR AICARD TO THE DEAD FAVOURITE OF LIU CH'E by DJUNA BARNES DOOMSDAY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES YOU DON'T BELIEVE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE TOWERS OF PRINCETON [FROM THE TRAIN] by ROBERT BRIDGES (1858-1941) |