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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE FORTUNATE ONE, by HARRIET MONROE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Beside her ashen hearth she sate her down Last Line: And weep his widow's tears. | |||
BESIDE her ashen hearth she sate her down, Whence he she loved had fled, -- His children plucking at her sombre gown And calling for the dead. One came to her clad in the robes of May, And said sweet words of cheer, Bidding her bear the burden in God's way, And feel her loved ones near. And she who spake thus would have given, thrice blest, Long lives of happy years, To clasp his children to a mother's breast, And weep his widow's tears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APRIL - NORTH CAROLINA by HARRIET MONROE IN THE BEGINNING by HARRIET MONROE ON THE PORCH by HARRIET MONROE THE NIGHT-BLOOMING CEREUS by HARRIET MONROE THE PINE AT TIMBERLINE by HARRIET MONROE THE THIEF ON THE CROSS by HARRIET MONROE |
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