"THERE'S a seat, I see, still empty?" Cried the hailer from the road; "No there is not!" said the carrier, Quickening his horse and load. "-- They say you are in the grave, Jane; But still you ride with me!" And he looked towards the vacant space He had kept beside his knee. And the passengers murmured: "'Tis where his wife In journeys to and fro Used always to sit; but nobody does Since those long years ago." Rumble-mumble went the van Past Sidwell Church and wall, Till Exon Towers were out of scan, And night lay over all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN BATTLE by ABUL HASAN OF BADAJOZ AN OLD BURYING GROUND by ELFRIDA DE RENNE BARROW MY HIDING PLACE AND ME by BARBARA BROOKS BIXLEY THE SINGLE ERROR by VIVIAN PIKE BOLES THE WANDERER: 4. IN SWITZERLAND: A QUIET MOMEMENT by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON TO A PHOEBE-BIRD by WITTER BYNNER |