"PITY her," say'st thou, "pity her!" nay, not I! Her heart is shallow as yon garrulous rill That froths o'er pebbles: grief, @3true@1 grief is still, Deathfully solemn as eternity Thro' whose dread realm its silent fancies fly Seeking the lost and loved; sorrows that kill Life's hope, are like those poisons which distil Their noiseless dews beneath the midnight sky: -- @3Their@1 venom works in secret! gnaws the heart, And withers the worn spirit, albeit no sign Shows the sad inward havoc, till some day, (Pledging our calm friend o'er the purpling wine), Sudden, he falls amongst us, and we start At a low whisper, "He has passed away!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOCK-CART, OR HARVEST HOME by ROBERT HERRICK ON SEEING BLENHEIM CASTLE by LUCY AIKEN THE PEN by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 10. LONELY by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE PUZZLE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: GOD IS MY WITNESS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |