YOU think it noblest to refrain From songs of grief; You make a secret of your pain— Oh, unbelief! Shall matron brows and necks be bare As those of girls? And shall the bride, then, never wear The Bridegroom's pearls? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO J. D. H. (KILLED AT SURREY C. H., OCTOBER, 1866) by SIDNEY LANIER FRAGMENT THIRTY-SIX by HILDA DOOLITTLE CREDO by WILLIAM ARTHUR DUNKERLEY IMPRESSION DU MATIN by OSCAR WILDE ABRAHAM by JOHN STUART BLACKIE THE FOREST POOL by GRACE BLAINE |