They said of her, "She never can have felt The sorrows that our deeper natures feel:" They said, "Her placid lips have never spelt Hard lessons taught by Pain; her eyes reveal No passionate yearning, no perplexed appeal To other eyes. Life and her heart have dealt With her but lightly." -- When the Pilgrims dwelt First on these shores, lest savage hands should steal To precious graves with desecrating tread, The burial-field was with the ploughshare crossed, And there the maize her silken tresses tossed. With thanks those Pilgrims ate their bitter bread, While peaceful harvests hid what they had lost. What if her smiles concealed from you her dead? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPISTLE TO JOHN LAPRAIK, AN OLD SCOTTISH BARD by ROBERT BURNS TO LUCY, COUNTESS OF BEDFORD, WITH MR. DONNE'S SATIRES by BEN JONSON GREEK ARCHITECTURE by HERMAN MELVILLE THE SHADOW DANCE by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1877 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |