Two days she missed her dove, and then, alas! A knot of soft gray feathers met her view, So light, their stirring hardly broke the dew That hung on the blue violets and the grass; A kite had struck her fondling as he passed; And o'er that feeling, downy, epitaph The poor child lingered, weeping; her gay laugh Was mute that day, her little heart o'ercast. Ah! Minnie, if thou livest, thou wilt prove Intenser pangs -- less tearful, though less brief; Thou'lt weep for dearer death and sweeter love, And spiritual woe, of woes the chief, Until the full-grown wings of human grief Eclipse thy memory of the kite and dove. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE BEACH BIRD by RICHARD HENRY DANA (1787-1879) HIGH FLIGHT by JOHN GILLESPIE MAGEE JR. THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 3. THE GRAVE BY THE LAKE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE FOUR ZOAS: THE SONG OF LOS by WILLIAM BLAKE THE DEEPER FRIENDSHIP by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 62. FAREWELL TO JULIET (14) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |