I CAME to lay my sorrow in the wood, It had so heavy grown, And on my way the little speedwells stood, And claimed it as their own. I came to let my tears in anguish fall, They were too great to bear, And now the little speedwells hold them all, I have no tears to spare. There is no other sign, by flower or leaf, To mark the road I came, This tiny cup of blue bears all the grief I had not strength to name. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLACES 1. TWILIGHT (TUCSON) by SARA TEASDALE THE SPIDER AND THE FLY by MARY HOWITT ON SEEING THE ELGIN MARBLES by JOHN KEATS RIDDLE: SEWING NEEDLE AND THREAD by MOTHER GOOSE THE PROUD MISS MACBRIDE; A LEGEND OF GOTHAM by JOHN GODFREY SAXE A DIRGE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY TELLING THE BEES by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |