GENTLE and generous, brave-hearted, kind, And full of love and trust was he, our chief; He never harmed a soul! Oh, dull and blind And cruel, the hand that smote, beyond belief! Strike him? It could not be! Soon should we find 'T was but a torturing dream -- our sudden grief! Then sobs and wailings down the northern wind Like the wild voice of shipwreck from a reef! By false hope lulled (his courage gave us hope!) By day, by night we watched, -- until unfurled At last the word of fate! -- Our memories Cherish one tender thought in their sad scope: He, looking from the window on this world, Found comfort in the moving green of trees. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHILTERNS by RUPERT BROOKE THE FALL OF HYPERION; A DREAM by JOHN KEATS THE IMMOLATION by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ADDRESS TO THE TOOTHACHE by ROBERT BURNS THE LASS THAT MADE THE BED TO ME by ROBERT BURNS THE FREE WIND by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. |