Death sets a thing significant The eye had hurried by, Except a perished creature Entreat us tenderly . To ponder little workmanships In crayon or in wool, With "This was last her fingers did," Industrious until . The thimble weighed too heavily, The stitches stopped themselves, And then 't was put among the dust Upon the closet shelves. . A book I have, a friend gave, Whose pencil, here and there, Had notched the place that pleased him, -- At rest his fingers are. . Now when I read, I read not, For interrupting tears Obliterate the etchings Too costly for repairs. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 11 by CONRAD AIKEN A TIME TO DANCE by CECIL DAY LEWIS CHERRY BLOSSOMS BLOWING IN WEST BLOWING SNOW by JAMES GALVIN ECSTASY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DR. SCUDDER'S CLINICAL LECTURE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE DUNES OF INDIANA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |