FOUR o'clock this afternoon, Fifteen hundred miles away: So it goes, the crazy tune, So it pounds and hums all day Four o'clock this afternoon, Earth will hide them far away: Best they go to go so soon, Best for them the grave to-day. Had she gone but half so soon, Half the world had passed away. Four o'clock this afternoon, Best for them they go to-day. Four o'clock this afternoon Love will hide them deep, they say; Love that made the grave so soon, Fifteen hundred miles away. Four o'clock this afternoon-- Ah, but they go slow to-day: Slow to suit my crazy tune, Past the need of all we say. Best it came to come so soon, Best for them they go to-day: Four o'clock this afternoon, Fifteen hundred miles away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DANCE OF THE SEVIN DEIDLY SYNNIS by WILLIAM DUNBAR UNDER A THOUSAND WORDS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 14 by THOMAS CAMPION TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. IN A MANUFACTURING TOWN by EDWARD CARPENTER TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. APRIL by EDWARD CARPENTER TO A YOUNG LADY, WITH A PRESENT OF TWO COCKSCOMBS by WILLIAM COWPER |