She must have lived so long with only trees For friends, and so have known at last too well Some certain curious facts she could not tell To anyone; for she found larger ease With things that had no faces, and took these To be a perfect sign of demon spell That soon or late would break the even hell Which seemed to be beyond this world's appease. And now that she has lived a rapture there Where none of us would venture -- now it seems Almost as if a greater wisdom crowned Her every day than favors even rare Or final moments with its surest gleams; Nor can she tell us what it was she found. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR SUSSEX DOWNS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE WHITE COMRADE (AFTER W.H. LEATHAM'S 'THE COMRADE IN WHIRE') by ROBERT HAVEN SCHAUFFLER MY SHADOW by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON VERSES FOR CHILDREN: CHRISTMAS TREE by ZEDA K. AILES ALL THIS by REBA MAXWELL AVERY |