THRENODY There's a grass-grown road from the valley— A winding road and steep— That leads to the quiet hilltop, Where lies your love asleep.... @3While mine is lying, God knows where, A hundred fathoms deep.@1 I saw you kneel at a grave-side— How still a grave can be, Wrapped in the tender starlight, Far from the moaning sea! @3But through all dreams and starlight, The breakers call to me.@1 Oh, steep is your way to Silence— But steeper the ways I roam; For never a road can take me Beyond the wind and foam, @3And never a road can reach him Who lies so far from home.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOST MISTRESS by ROBERT BROWNING THE MAN WITH THE HOE'; A REPLY by JOHN VANCE CHENEY A FIESOLAN IDYL by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE LARK ASCENDING by GEORGE MEREDITH ON HIS BEING [OR, HAVING] ARRIVED AT THE AGE OF TWENTY-THREE by JOHN MILTON DEAD MAN'S DUMP by ISAAC ROSENBERG |