I knew not your thoughts, nor regarded your books, But now you are dead There is not a thought of your thinking, a book of your reading, That my heart hath not known and read! Alas, for the silenced lips and the dear closed eyes! They answer me not Who am seeking for clues and for glosses, traditions and meanings, Ere the books and the thought be forgot! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 35 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE BROOK: AUTUMN by LAURA ABELL THE KNIGHTS: THE POET AND HIS RIVALS by ARISTOPHANES HERMOTIMUS by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN F.B.C.; CHANCELLORSVILLE, MAY 3, 1863 by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER |