On softly stepping feet She has gone to seek her dead. What will she do when she finds how deep They have buried so dear a head? She will go to the cowslips then And the cuckoo-flowers so pale. In the cold wet dawn she will go, When the mist is on the vale. And lying prone on the ground, While the white clouds over her pass, Thro' her loosened hair she will hear the sound Of the worms beneath the grass. And the touch of that cold earth-bed And the cowslips against her cheek Will leave on her mouth the kiss of her dead, And she will no further seek. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LITTLE SON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 1. SUNRISE IN THE TROPICS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: REV. PERCY FERGUSON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CLASS SONG (WHICH WILL BE SUNG ON THE 22ND OF FEBRUARY) by GEORGE SANTAYANA |