@3Though Thou Art Dead@1 THOUGH thou art dead and with thee all is dead, Though thou art dead and life has died with thee, Not here a fainting heart, a drooping head, Not here shall tears or lamentation be: Though thou wert husband, lover, master, friend, Though thou wert all my only first-born son, My starry love, my world without an end, All my world's wonders nobly packed in one: Though none be left—not one of all my stars, Though sworded death has stripped me to the bone, My spirit passes high beyond the bars, My heart goes homing there where thine has gone: Though, with thy dying, glory's self is shed, I do not mourn—for I with thee am dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ITINERANT POET'S ROAD SONG by KAREN SWENSON ARABIA by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE ELEGY TO THE MEMORY OF AN UNFORTUNATE LADY by ALEXANDER POPE THE THREE ENEMIES by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI AGAINST QUARRELLING AND FIGHTING by ISAAC WATTS TO A BIRCH TREE by KENNETH SLADE ALLING SONG by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON |