Death sets a thing significant The eye had hurried by, Except a perished creature Entreat us tenderly . To ponder little workmanships In crayon or in wool, With "This was last her fingers did," Industrious until . The thimble weighed too heavily, The stitches stopped themselves, And then 't was put among the dust Upon the closet shelves. . A book I have, a friend gave, Whose pencil, here and there, Had notched the place that pleased him, -- At rest his fingers are. . Now when I read, I read not, For interrupting tears Obliterate the etchings Too costly for repairs. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DRIVING HOME THE COWS by KATE PUTNAM OSGOOD LOCHABER NO MORE by ALLAN RAMSAY STELLA'S BIRTHDAY, 1718 by JONATHAN SWIFT DRESSING THE BRIDE (A FRAGMENT) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO A SISTER OF CHARITY by EDWIN GEORGE ALEXANDER EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 27. THE POWER OF ELOQUENCE IN LOVE by PHILIP AYRES |