Over the wind-blown snow, drifting drearily, Slowly the horses go, plodding wearily. There's a heavy load in the team ahead, For one of the mountain men is dead. And heavy the hearts of those who follow The long black box to the grave in the hollow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES TO A BEAUTIFUL AND BUS-RIDING LADY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 14. TO THE HON. CHARLES TOWNSHEND - FROM THE COUNTRY by MARK AKENSIDE CONCLUDING VERSES, AFTER RETURNING HOME FROM AN AUTUMNAL MORNING WALK by BERNARD BARTON S. MATTHIAS by JOSEPH BEAUMONT SONNET: YE POETS by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |