"O YE, all ye that walk in Willowwood, That walk with hollow faces burning white; What fathom-depth of soul-struck widowhood, What long, what longer hours, one lifelong night, Ere ye again, who so in vain have wooed Your last hope lost, who so in vain invite Your lips to that their unforgotten food, Ere ye, ere ye again shall see the light! Alas! the bitter banks in Willowwood, With tear-spurge wan, with blood-wort burning red: Alas! if ever such a pillow could Steep deep the soul in sleep till she were dead,-- Better all life forget her than this thing, That Willowwood should hold her wandering!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN MEMORY OF GENERAL GRANT by HENRY ABBEY DUNCAN WEIR by ALEXANDER ANDERSON ON THE DEATH OF A DAUGHTER by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THREE MINUS ONE (REFRAIN SUGGESTED BY DR. RICHARD HOFFMAN) by BERTON BRALEY |