They said of her, "She never can have felt The sorrows that our deeper natures feel:" They said, "Her placid lips have never spelt Hard lessons taught by Pain; her eyes reveal No passionate yearning, no perplexed appeal To other eyes. Life and her heart have dealt With her but lightly." -- When the Pilgrims dwelt First on these shores, lest savage hands should steal To precious graves with desecrating tread, The burial-field was with the ploughshare crossed, And there the maize her silken tresses tossed. With thanks those Pilgrims ate their bitter bread, While peaceful harvests hid what they had lost. What if her smiles concealed from you her dead? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MINUET OF MOZART'S by SARA TEASDALE TO SHAKESPEARE by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE MIMNERMUS IN CHURCH by WILLIAM JOHNSON CORY THE FLAMING HEART by RICHARD CRASHAW THE DOVE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 6. A WIFE WAITS by THOMAS HARDY POOR [OR, COCK] ROBIN by MOTHER GOOSE VERSES OCCASIONED BY THE SUDDEN DRYING UP..ST.PATRICK'S WELL by JONATHAN SWIFT |