@2F@1AR on the outflung headland thou dost lie, Silent and lone, the lonelier for thy kin; Here they have railed thy roting tombstone in, And here a thousand times they pass thee by. Theirs the unwistful, unillumined eye, To whom the earth is earth, who never win A whisper'd word from heaven when suns begin, But toil and sleep;—these live and thou dost die. Or is it death to leave the ways of men And lie upon the headland with no sound Save for the brooding Love that covers glen And lake and forest in its vast profound;— While the gulls shrill their secrets to thy breast, And in the boughs above the redbirds nest? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REMEMBERED WOMEN by CARL SANDBURG THE INEBRIATE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 82 by ALFRED TENNYSON MY NATIVE LAND by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS VERSES TO THE MEMORY OF SARAH CANDLER by BERNARD BARTON |