One more is gone Out of the busy throng That tread these paths; The church bell tolls, Its sad knell rolls To many hearths. Flower bells toll not, Their echoes roll not Unto my ear; -- @3There@1 still perchance, That gentle spirit haunts A fragrant bier. Low lies the pall, Lowly the mourners all Their passage grope; -- No sable hue Mars the serene blue Of heaven's cope. In distant dell Faint sounds the funeral bell, A heavenly chime; Some poet there Weaves the light burthened air Into sweet rhyme. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BIRTHDAY POEM FOR THOMAS HARDY by CECIL DAY LEWIS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: OAKS TUTT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO BE CLOSELY WRITTEN ON A SMALL PIECE OF PAPER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS SONNET: DANTE (1) by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI EXILED by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE TAXI by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |