He heard something as his lips broke; A bird calling -- and he never spoke. He forgot to speak; he turned his head, Better to hear what the bird said. And as he listened with his lips apart Death leaped up and touched his heart. Now we children will never hear What he found in the field, nor where. I don't grudge him the easy choice That stilled his own for the robin's voice. I've only wondered if I died next week ... Should one listen? or ought one speak? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOUSE WITH NOBODY IN IT by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER THE TREE OF LIFE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES VISTAS OF LABOR: 2. THE MINER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON LAVENDER'S FOR LADIES by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS THE NYMPH ASLEEP by ANDRE MARIE CHENIER LINES, IMPROMPTU, TO Q SCULL, ON ITS IMMEDIATELY ABSORBING SOME WINE by JOHN CHALK CLARIS |