Addressed to the Spectre of an Elderly Gentleman, recently demised, Whom the Author had once observed performing a Benevolent Office in the Vicinity of Holborn, W. C. I saw you, seated on a horse's head, While the blaspheming carter cut the traces, Obese, white-waistcoated, and newly fed, Through bland, indifferent monocle surveying The gaping circle of indifferent faces. And now, the news has come that you are dead, I see you, while they cut the tangled traces, On your own hearse's fallen horse's head, Through bland, indifferent monocle surveying The unseeing circle of funereal faces. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BOY'S SUMMER SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR MISS KILMANSEGG AND HER PRECIOUS LEG: HER BIRTH by THOMAS HOOD THE CHINESE NIGHTINGALE; A SONG IN CHINESE TAPESTRIES by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE LONELY CHILD by JAMES OPPENHEIM IN EMULATION OF MR. COWLEYS POEM CALL'D THE MOTTO by MARY ASTELL MEN OF WAKE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |