SHE will remember when they forget -- I knew it so in the hour I died; The oil was touched and the candle set And the woman I worshiped sobbed beside; And the friend I had loved and deified Hid his face where the tears were wet. And the Mother who bore me spake no word, But the break of her heart was the last I heard. Oh, life was good in the world I knew -- Shall I be sad that they find it such? My friend hath gained him a friend as true -- The wife of me thrills to a new hand's touch. (Oh, but the dead forgive so much!) Tears are forgotten and grief is through. And the Mother who bore me -- only she Hides her face on the grave of me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I SIT AND SEW by ALICE RUTH MOORE DUNBAR-NELSON ODE TO FORTUNE by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK EXHORTATION TO PRAYER by MARGARET MERCER IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 47 by ALFRED TENNYSON COMPLAINS OF THE COURT by PHILIP AYRES PARADISE LOST by BERTON BRALEY JEHANE by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR TO MY FRIEND D'AVENANT, UPON HIS EXCELLENT PLAY, 'THE JUST ITALIAN' by THOMAS CAREW |