TIME is so long when a man is dead! Some one sews; and the room is made Very clean; and the light is shed Soft through the window-shade. Yesterday I thought: "I know Just how the bells will sound, and how The friends will talk, and the sermon go, And the hearse-horse bow and bow!" This is to-day; and I have no thing To think of -- nothing whatever to do But to hear the throb of the pulse of a wing That wants to fly back to you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHERE MY BOOKS GO by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE LITTLE BEACH BIRD by RICHARD HENRY DANA (1787-1879) TAPESTRY TREES by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) BEDOUIN [LOVE] SONG by BAYARD TAYLOR SONNET: THE LORELEI by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TWO SONGS FROM THE PERSIAN: 2 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |