GENTLE and generous, brave-hearted, kind, And full of love and trust was he, our chief; He never harmed a soul! Oh, dull and blind And cruel, the hand that smote, beyond belief! Strike him? It could not be! Soon should we find 'T was but a torturing dream -- our sudden grief! Then sobs and wailings down the northern wind Like the wild voice of shipwreck from a reef! By false hope lulled (his courage gave us hope!) By day, by night we watched, -- until unfurled At last the word of fate! -- Our memories Cherish one tender thought in their sad scope: He, looking from the window on this world, Found comfort in the moving green of trees. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A HOUSE by JOHN COLLINGS SQUIRE THE DEAMON LOVER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PSALM 93 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE RED SUNSETS, 1883 (1) by MATHILDE BLIND THE BONNIE LASS OF ALBANY by ROBERT BURNS THE 'NAME UNKNOWN' (IN IMITATION OF KLOPSTOCK) by THOMAS CAMPBELL TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. THE SONG OF THE BIRDS, WHO HEARS by EDWARD CARPENTER |