AT first, I only buried one, And she was borne along By kindred mourners to her grave, With sacred rite and song. At first they sent for me to pray Beside the bed of death: They blessed their household, and they breathed Prayer in their latest breath. But then men died more rapidly -- They had not time to pray; And from the pillow love had smoothed Fear fled in haste away. And then there came the fastened door -- Then came the guarded street -- Friends in the distance watched for friends; Watched, -- that they might not meet. And Terror by the hearth stood cold, And rent all natural ties, And men, upon the bed of death Met only stranger eyes: The nurse -- and guard, stern, harsh, and wan, Remained, unpitying, by; They had known so much wretchedness, They did not fear to die. Heavily rung the old church bells, But no one came to prayer: The weeds were growing in the street, Silence and Fate were there. O'er the first grave by which I stood, Tears fell, and flowers were thrown, The last grave held six hundred lives. And there I stood alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...QUA CURSUM VENTUS by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 14 by PHILIP SIDNEY TO MY READERS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 4. THE PASSIONS by JOHN ARMSTRONG SONNET ON PIETRO REGGIO HIS SETTING TO MUSIC MR. COWLEY'S POEMS by PHILIP AYRES A RIDDLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |