The tear which mourn'd a brother's fate scarce dry -- Pain after pain, and woe succeeding woe -- Is my heart destin'd for another blow? O my sweet sister! and must thou too die? Ah! how has Disappointment pour'd the tear O'er infant Hope destroy'd by early frost! How are ye gone, whom most my soul held dear! Scarce had I lov'd you, ere I mourn'd you lost; Say, is this hollow eye, this heartless pain, Fated to rove thro' Life's wide cheerless plain -- Nor father, brother, sister meets its ken -- My woes, my joys unshar'd! Ah! long ere then On me thy icy dart, stern Death, be prov'd -- Better to die, than live and not be lov'd! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BIRD'S ANGER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES FORGIVENESS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE DOG by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE BOSTON EVENING TRANSCRIPT by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT AFTER A JOURNEY by THOMAS HARDY WITCH-WIFE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY AN ELEGY: TO AN OLD BEAUTY by THOMAS PARNELL |