ONCE more I see the happy young Broken by grief and pain; That tears have made like earth's red worms Turned white by days of rain. Once more I see the new-made wife From her dead husband torn; When down she sits and weeps, and laughs, And rocks her babe unborn. And when I see a hearse that takes A coffin through the town, Or pass the quiet house of death, That has its blinds drawn down -- Such pity moves me for the dear Ones left to mourn behind, That I am glad my loves are dreams Made purely of the mind: That take expression for their grave, When they have served their hour; And I create a younger brood To charm me with new power. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TENNESSEE; PRIZE CENTENNIAL ODE (1896) by VIRGINIA FRAZER BOYLE THE TRAMPS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE SWALLOW by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE, BOTH IN BIRTH AND VIRTUE, EARL OF CUMBERLAND by THOMAS CAMPION GRACIE OG MACHREE by JOHN KEEGAN CASEY FUSCARA; OR, THE BEE ERRANT by JOHN CLEVELAND LINES ON A FRIEND WHO DIED OF A FRENZY FEVER ... CALUMINOUS REPORTS by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ON MRS. MONTAGUE'S FEATHER-HANGINGS by WILLIAM COWPER TALES OF THE HALL: BOOK 3. THE BOYS AT SCHOOL by GEORGE CRABBE |