A little black thing in the snow, Crying "weep! weep!" in notes of woe! "Where are thy father and mother? Say!"-- "They are both gone up to the church to pray. "Because I was happy upon the heath, And smiled among the winter's snow, They clothed me in the clothes of death, And taught me to sing the notes of woe. "And because I am happy and dance and sing, They think they have done me no injury, And are gone to praise God and his priest and king, Who make up a heaven of our misery." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: GEORGE GRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE JAIN BIRD HOSPITAL IN DELHI by WILLIAM MEREDITH SCHOOLS OF LITTLE FISH by MARVIN BELL LOCKED OUT; AS TOLD TO A CHILD by ROBERT FROST LOST ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AND SO, I THINK DIOGENES by AMY LOWELL TWENTY-FOUR HOKKU ON A MODERN THEME by AMY LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALBERT SCHIRDING by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: REV. LEMUEL WILEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |