The words were lost and then the voices failed, The footsteps dwindled to the pattering tread Of a merry little horse, and silence staled The walls again. I lay upon my bed Knowing that so the sounds of life withdrew From those who die; so left alone and colder They reach as I, for the blanket's faded blue, And grateful draw the sod about the shoulder. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ARCHITECT (2) by KAREN SWENSON THE LAND OF DREAMS by WILLIAM BLAKE THE WORLD-SOUL by RALPH WALDO EMERSON |