So I said underneath the dusky trees: But because I still loved her memory I stooped to pluck a pale anemone And lo! my hand lighted upon heartsease Not fully blown: while with new life from these Fluttered a starry moth that rapidly Rose toward the sun: sunlighted flashed on me Its wings that seemed to throb like heart pulses. Far far away it flew far out of sight, From earth and flowers of earth it passed away As tho' it flew straight up into the light. Then my heart answered me: Thou fool to say That she is dead whose night is turned to day, And whose day shall no more turn back to night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWENTY-FOUR HOKKU ON A MODERN THEME by AMY LOWELL THE LATE SINGER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE SLEEP by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE RIGS O' BARLEY by ROBERT BURNS THE CORAL INSECT by LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY |