I HAD a kinsman; he Lost in his home a son, -- True tears were his to shed, -- His child, his only one. He bore his misery, His lonely doom. White hair was on his head, His long life, nearly sped, Drooped to the tomb. Your luck was good before. To you, untouched by ill, This sorrow came, but you Are quick and breathing still. Your wife is dead. No more That love abides. What grief is here that's new? From many others too Death robs their brides. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO EVENING by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) A REQUIEM FOR SOLDIERS LOST IN OCEAN TRANSPORTS by HERMAN MELVILLE A NYMPH TO A YOUNG SHEPHERD, INSENSIBLE OF LOVE by PHILIP AYRES THE GYPSIES [OR, GIPSIES] by HENRY HOWARTH BASHFORD |