'O LONELY workman, standing there In a dream, why do you stare and stare At her grave, as no other grave there were? 'If your great gaunt eyes so importune Her soul by the shine of this corpse-cold moon Maybe you'll raise her phantom soon!' 'Why, fool, it is what I would rather see Than all the living folk there be; But alas, there is no such joy for me!' 'Ah - she was one you loved, no doubt, Through good and evil, through rain and drought, And when she passed, all your sun went out?' 'Nay: she was the woman I did not love, Whom all the others were ranked above, Whom during her life I thought nothing of.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: FOX TROT by EDITH SITWELL ON LIVING, FROM LIFE IS A DREAM by PEDRO CALDERON DE LA BARCA THE LITTLE BLACK-EYED REBEL by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON FREDERICK DOUGLASS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR PUTTING IN THE SEED by ROBERT FROST AT A LUNAR ECLIPSE by THOMAS HARDY THE USE OF FLOWERS by MARY HOWITT THE MARYLAND BATTALION [AUGUST 27, 1776] by JOHN WILLIAMSON PALMER THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 69. AUTUMN IDLENESS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |