So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed - So satisfied to go Where none of us should be Immediately - that Anguish stooped Almost to Jealousy - | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POETS ARE BORN NOT MADE by ROBERT FROST DIVIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GLAMOUR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LOVE'S MIRACLE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON POSSUM SONG (A WARNING) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |