Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE TWAIN, by HERMAN AUGUSTUS HEYDT First Line: A mournful dirge, the northwinds sigh Last Line: Two loving, kind and worthy men! Subject(s): Mourning; Bereavement | ||||||||
A mournful dirge, the Northwinds sigh, All nature halts in solemn mood, The Arctic weeps an anguished cry At Death's grim toll, so stern, so rude. They stood within the sun's acclaim. As men of simple, noble worth, Enhaloed by a brilliant fame, Which glorified their humble birth. No Homer, Plato, could excel The Knowledge of our humankind, Which dear Will Rogers knew so well, And spread with kindliness of mind. How small oft seemed the world-wide girth To brave and daring Wiley Post, Who as lone petrel spanned the earth In humble pride, with ne'er a boast. But now Aeolus laid grim hold On those good men in jealous claim, Who met their fate unflinching, bold, And us bequeathed an honored name. We mourn. And poignantly we feel The grief for him who dropped his pen, And him who died at pilot's wheel -- Two loving, kind and worthy men! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUNGERFIELD by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE MOURNER by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN HECUBA MOURNS by MARILYN NELSON THERE IS NO GOD BUT by AGHA SHAHID ALI IF I COULD MOURN LIKE A MOURNING DOVE by FRANK BIDART |
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