'T WAS a lonesome couch we came to spread For her, when her little life was o'er, And a narrower one than any bed Whereon she had ever slept before. And we feared that she could not slumber so, As we stood about her when all was done, For the pillow seemed too hard and low For her precious head to rest upon. But, when we had followed her two by two, And lowered her down there where she lies, There was nothing left for us to do, But to hide it all from our tearful eyes. So we softly and tenderly spread between Our face and the face our love regrets, A covering, woven of leafy green, And spotted over with violets. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNDER A PATCHED SAIL by MARIANNE MOORE TROY PARK: 5. THE CAT by EDITH SITWELL A BETTER ANSWER (TO CHLOE JEALOUS) by MATTHEW PRIOR AN HYMN OF HEAVENLY BEAUTY by EDMUND SPENSER THE BREAKING POINT by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 17 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |