Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LETTER; EDWARD ROWLAND SILL, DIED FEBRUARY 27, 1887, by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I held his letter in my hand Last Line: Though he can speak to me! Subject(s): Letters; Sill, Edward Rowland (1841-1887) | ||||||||
I HELD his letter in my hand, And even while I read The lightning flashed across the land The word that he was dead. How strange it seemed! His living voice Was speaking from the page Those courteous phrases, tersely choice, Light-hearted, witty, sage. I wondered what it was that died! The man himself was here, His modesty, his scholar's pride, His soul serene and clear. These neither death nor time shall dim, Still this sad thing must be -- Henceforth I may not speak to him, Though he can speak to me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ALPINE PICTURE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH AN ODE ON THE UNVEILING OF THE SHAW MEMORIA BOSTON COMMON, MAY 31, 1897 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH APPRECIATION by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH BABY BELL by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH BEFORE THE RAIN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH BY THE POTOMAC by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH FREDERICKSBURG by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH GUILIELMUS REX by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH HEREDITY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MEMORY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |
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