THEY are not those who used to feed us When we were young - they cannot be - These shapes that now bereave and bleed us? They are not those who used to feed us, For did we then cry, they would heed us. - If hearts can house such treachery They are not those who used to feed us When we were young - they cannot be! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG BEFORE SORROW by LOUISE A. BALDWIN THE PENDULUM by JURGIS BALTRUSHAITIS HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 41 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH SONG, FR. A VISION OF GIORGIONE: GEMMA'S SPRING SONG by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE SHAD SPIRIT by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD ON MR. CHURCHILL'S SEVENTIETH BIRTHDAY (NOVEMBER 30, 1944) by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB BURY THEM by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL |