MOTHER wept, and father sigh'd; With delight a-glow Cried the lad, "To-morrow," cried, "To the pit I go." Up and down the place he sped, Greeted old and young, Far and wide the tidings spread, Clapp'd his hands and sung. Came his cronies, some to gaze Rapt in wonder; some Free with counsel; some with praise; Some with envy dumb. "May he," many a gossip cried, "Be from peril kept"; Father hid his face and sighed, Mother turned and wept. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EMILY SPARKS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE ORANGE PICKER by DAVID IGNATOW OWL AGAINST ROBIN by SIDNEY LANIER APPLES OF HESPERIDES by AMY LOWELL SPRING WIND IN LONDON by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |