HOPE went by and Peace went by And would not enter in; Youth went by and Health went by And Love that is their kin. Those within the house shed tears On their bitter bread; Some were old and some were mad, And some were sick a-bed. Gray Death saw the wretched house And even he passed by-- "They have never lived," he said, "They can wait to die." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLOTHES by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER THE AFRICAN CHIEF by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT DOWNFALL OF POLAND [FALL OF WARSAW, 1794] by THOMAS CAMPBELL SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE. 6. IN THE CEMETERY by THOMAS HARDY A SONNET WRITTEN BY A NYMPH IN HER OWN BLOOD by CLAUDIO ACHILLINI |