"PITY her," say'st thou, "pity her!" nay, not I! Her heart is shallow as yon garrulous rill That froths o'er pebbles: grief, @3true@1 grief is still, Deathfully solemn as eternity Thro' whose dread realm its silent fancies fly Seeking the lost and loved; sorrows that kill Life's hope, are like those poisons which distil Their noiseless dews beneath the midnight sky: -- @3Their@1 venom works in secret! gnaws the heart, And withers the worn spirit, albeit no sign Shows the sad inward havoc, till some day, (Pledging our calm friend o'er the purpling wine), Sudden, he falls amongst us, and we start At a low whisper, "He has passed away!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANACTORIA by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE SONNET: 9. TO THE RIVER LODON by THOMAS WARTON THE YOUNGER THE SHEPHERD O' THE FARM by WILLIAM BARNES PSALM 11. IN DOMINO CONFIDO by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE SLAVE MARKET by GORDON BOTTOMLEY DENNER'S OLD WOMAN by VINCENT BOURNE |