HUSH, hush! Hot weeping spurn, Some day tears To ice will turn. Soon, soon Thou wilt be cool, Ere thou art 'ware, Thou 'lt reach the goal. Far, far Will pain depart, Thy bones dust be, Dust, too, thy heart! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE JACQUERIE: SONG. THE HOUND by SIDNEY LANIER VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1880 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE BOOK OF THE LETTER, SELECTION by ABRAHAM ABULAFIA CAVE TALK by JOSEPH WARREN BEACH |