WE saw the tapers burn In the home so close to ours; But however our hearts might yearn, We dared not send our flowers. "He will not understand," we said, "Our loving thought of his loved dead." O City! thus you hide The pity in every heart! Those who are at our side You sunder a world apart. A little barrier built of stone -- And my neighbor grieves -- alone, alone! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CHANNEL PASSAGE by RUPERT BROOKE ON WORDSWORTH by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE RESURRECTION, IMPERFECT by JOHN DONNE FIRST FIG by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE SEA-LIMITS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE THREE TROOPERS DURING THE PROTECTORATE by GEORGE WALTER THORNBURY |