Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BREATH, by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES Poet Analysis First Line: How those wet tombstones in the sun Last Line: By their vain breath, what ours was worth. Alternate Author Name(s): Davies, W. H. | ||||||||
How those wet tombstones in the sun Are breathing silently together! Their breath is seen, as though they lived, Like sheep, when out in frosty weather. The dead beneath, that once could breathe, Are nothing now but breathless bones; And is this breath the same as theirs, Now coming from their own tombstones? So, when the end has come at last, And we're consigned to cold damp earth, Our tombstones in the sun will show, By their vain breath, what ours was worth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CHILD'S PET by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES A MOTHER TO HER SICK CHILD by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES A STRANGE MEETING by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES A THOUGHT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES ADVICE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES APRIL'S LAMBS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES BIRD AND BROOK by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES COWSLIPS AND LARKS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES DAYS TOO SHORT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES EARLY MORN by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |
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