I watched her face to see which way She took the awful news - Whether she died before she heard Or in protracted bruise Remained a few slow years with us - Each heavier than the last - A further afternoon to fail, As Flower at fall of Frost. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRICE OF WOMEN by KAREN SWENSON THE SHADES OF NIGHT by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE CROWING OF THE RED COCK by EMMA LAZARUS PLACES: 2. FULL MOON (SANTA BARBARA) by SARA TEASDALE THE LADY OF SHALOTT by ALFRED TENNYSON FAREWELL TO ARRAS by ADAM DE LA HALLE THE WOOD THRUSH by SUSAN SHARP ADAMS URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: DEDICATION TO LADY PENELOPE DYNHAM by WILLIAM BASSE |