"THERE'S a seat, I see, still empty?" Cried the hailer from the road; "No there is not!" said the carrier, Quickening his horse and load. "-- They say you are in the grave, Jane; But still you ride with me!" And he looked towards the vacant space He had kept beside his knee. And the passengers murmured: "'Tis where his wife In journeys to and fro Used always to sit; but nobody does Since those long years ago." Rumble-mumble went the van Past Sidwell Church and wall, Till Exon Towers were out of scan, And night lay over all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE KING OF SPAIN by MAXWELL BODENHEIM THE COASTERS by THOMAS FLEMING DAY ON THE DEATH OF A FAIR INFANT DYING OF A COUGH by JOHN MILTON TO HIS DEAD BODY by SIEGFRIED SASSOON TIME TO RISE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE VILLAGE MUNITIONS CO., INC.; FORMERLY THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |