HOPE newborn one pleasant morn Died at even: Hope dead lives nevermore, No not in heaven. If his shroud were but a cloud To weep itself away -- Or were he buried underground To sprout some day! But dead and gone is dead and gone, Vainly wept upon. Nought we place above his face To mark the spot, But it shows a barren place In our lot. Hope has birth no more on earth Morn or even; Hope dead lives nevermore, No not in heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AWAKENING RIVER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 11 by EZRA POUND APPROACH OF WINTER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A VIEW ACROSS THE ROMAN CAMPAGNA by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING LOVE'S APOTHEOSIS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ON THE DEATH OF SIR THOMAS WYATT by HENRY HOWARD |