LONG ago a white-haired gentleman You made the present of a black gauze hat. The gauze hat still sits on my head; But you already are gone to the Nether Springs. The thing is old, but still fit to wear; The man is gone and will never be seen again. Out on the hill the moon is shining to-night And the trees on your tomb are swayed by the autumn wind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 44 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE LITTLE MATCH-GIRL by HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN A HINT FROM THE BEGINNING OF THE THIRD SATIRE OF JUVENAL by PHILIP AYRES EPITAPH FOR A CONDEMNED BOOK by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE TRUST by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |