"THOU Ghost," I said, "and is thy name To-day?-- Yesterday's son, with such an abject brow!-- And can To-morrow be more pale than thou?" While yet I spoke, the silence answered: "Yea, Henceforth our issue is all grieved and grey, And each beforehand makes such poor avow As of old leaves beneath the budding bough Or night-drift that the sundawn shreds away." Then cried I: "Mother of many malisons, O Earth, receive me to thy dusty bed!" But therewithal the tremulous silence said: "Lo! Love yet bids thy lady greet thee once:-- Yea, twice,--whereby thy life is still the sun's; And thrice,--whereby the shadow of death is dead." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BLUEFLAGS by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE PRISONER (A FRAGMENT) by EMILY JANE BRONTE AN ORDER FOR A PICTURE by ALICE CARY OLNEY HYMNS: 1. WALKING WITH GOD by WILLIAM COWPER THE HILL WIFE: THE SMILE by ROBERT FROST |