SHE will remember when they forget -- I knew it so in the hour I died; The oil was touched and the candle set And the woman I worshiped sobbed beside; And the friend I had loved and deified Hid his face where the tears were wet. And the Mother who bore me spake no word, But the break of her heart was the last I heard. Oh, life was good in the world I knew -- Shall I be sad that they find it such? My friend hath gained him a friend as true -- The wife of me thrills to a new hand's touch. (Oh, but the dead forgive so much!) Tears are forgotten and grief is through. And the Mother who bore me -- only she Hides her face on the grave of me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CATARINA TO CAMOENS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE NIGHTINGALE; A CONVERSATION POEM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE LONG WHITE SEAM by JEAN INGELOW ROSE AYLMER by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 49. WILLOWWOOD (1) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR by ALFRED TENNYSON |