ON A TWIN AT TWO YEARS OLD DEAD OF A CONSUMPTION. DEATH! thou such a one hast smit, Any stone can cover it; 'Twas an envy more than sin, If he had not been a twin, To have kill'd him, when his herse Hardly could contain a verse. Two fair sisters, sweet and young, Minded as a prophet's tongue, Thou hadst kill'd, and since with thee Goodness had no amity: Nor could tears of parents save So much sweetness from the grave; Sickness seem'd so small to fit him, That thou should'st not see to hit him; And thou canst not truly say, If he be dead or flown away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ETHIOPIA SALUTING THE COLORS by WALT WHITMAN THE FASHION by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THIRD EPISTLE TO JOHN LAPRAIK by ROBERT BURNS THE ETERNAL FEMININE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON SECOND BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 20 by THOMAS CAMPION TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. ELDER SOLDIER IN BROTHERHOOD TO THE YOUNGER by EDWARD CARPENTER |