Bury Hope out of sight. No book for it and no bell; It never could bear the hght Even while growing and well: Think if now it could bear The light on its face of care And grey scattered hair. No grave for Hope in the earth, But deep in that silent soul Which rang no bell for its birth And rings no funeral toll. Cover its once bright head; Nor odours nor tears be shed: It lived once, it is dead. Brief was the day of its power, The day of its grace how brief: As the fading of a flower, As the falling of a leaf. So brief its day and its hour; No bud more and no bower Or hint of a flower. Shall many wail it? not so: Shall one bewail it? not one: Thus it hath been from long ago. Thus it shall be beneath the sun. O fleet sun, make haste to flee; O rivers, fill up the sea; O Death, set the dying free. The sun nor loiters nor speeds, The rivers run as they ran, Thro' clouds or thro' windy reeds All run as when all began. Only Death turns at our cries: ''" Lo the Hope we buried with sighs Alive in Death's eyes ! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASHURNATSIRPAL III by CARL SANDBURG HUFFMAN'S PHOTOGRAPH OF THE GRAVES OF THE UNKNOWN AT LITTLE BIGHORN by KAREN SWENSON SESTINA: ALTAFORTE by EZRA POUND THE MESSIAH by MABEL WARREN ARNOLD THE LAST DEMAND by FAITH BALDWIN ON A TOBACCO JAR by BERNARD BARKER |