KNOWING what it bore I watched the rain-smitten back of the car -- (Brown-curtained, such as the old ones were) -- When it started forth for a journey afar Into the sullen November air, And passed the glistening laurels and round the bend. I have seen many gayer vehicles turn that bend In autumn, winter, and summer air, Bearing for journeys near or afar Many who now are not, but were, But I don't forget that rain-smitten car, Knowing what it bore! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN ROMNEY MARSH by JOHN DAVIDSON A CHRISTMAS GHOST-STORY; CHRISTMAS-EVE 1899 by THOMAS HARDY LONG ISLAND SOUND by EMMA LAZARUS TO ONE IN PARADISE by EDGAR ALLAN POE A PAUSE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |