What in our lives is burnt In the fire of this? The heart's dear granary? The much we shall miss? Three lives hath one life -- Iron, honey, gold. The gold, the honey gone -- Left is the hard and cold. Iron are our lives Molten right through our youth. A burnt space through ripe fields, A fair mouth's broken tooth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AMOUR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE VIRGIN'S SLUMBER SONG by JOSEPH FRANCIS CARLIN MACDONNELL BETH GELERT; OR, THE GRAVE OF THE GREYHOUND by WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER BETROTHED ANEW by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN SONGS OF NIGHT TO MORNING: 5 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |