Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OUR DEAD, by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER Poet's Biography First Line: Nothing is our own: we hold our pleasures Last Line: And, to save our treasures, claims them all. Alternate Author Name(s): Berwick, Mary Subject(s): Death; Fate; Hearts; Life; Love; Dead, The; Destiny | ||||||||
NOTHING is our own: we hold our pleasures Just a little while, ere they are fled: One by one life robs us of our treasures; Nothing is our own except our Dead. They are ours, and hold in faithful keeping, Safe forever, all they took away. Cruel life can never stir that sleeping. Cruel time can never seize that prey. Justice pales; truth fades; stars fall from heaven; Human are the great whom we revere: No true crown of honor can be given, Till we place it on a funeral bier. How the Children leave us: and no traces Linger of that smiling angel band; Gone, forever gone; and in their places Weary men and anxious women stand. Yet we have some little ones, still ours; They have kept the baby smile we know, Which we kissed one day, and hid with flowers On their dead white faces, long ago. When our Joy is lost -- and life will take it -- Then no memory of the past remains; Save with some strange, cruel sting, to make it Bitterness beyond all present pains. Death, more tender-hearted, leaves to sorrow Still the radiant shadow, fond regret: We shall find, in some far, bright to-morrow, Joy that he has taken, living yet. Is Love ours, and do we dream we know it, Bound with all our heart-strings, all our own? Any cold and cruel dawn may show it, Shattered, desecrated, overthrown. Only the dead Hearts forsake us never; Death's last kiss has been the mystic sign Consecrating Love our own forever, Crowning it eternal and divine. So when Fate would fain besiege our city, Dim our gold, or make our flowers fall, Death, the Angel, comes in love and pity, And, to save our treasures, claims them all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ATTEMPTING TO ANSWER DAVID IGNATOW'S QUESTION by ROBERT BLY FROST AND HIS ENEMIES by ROBERT BLY THE WORLDS IN THIS WORLD by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR UNABLE TO FIND by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR TO HELEN KELLER - HUMANITARIAN, SOCIAL DEMOCRAT, GREAT SOUL by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: FINDING OF THE BODY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WE COME BACK by KENNETH REXROTH THE WAKING (2) by THEODORE ROETHKE A DOUBTING HEART by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER |
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