What frail sympathy long past Linked a lost name to my name On this page? What parting came, That no pang of it should last? The leaf torn, the volume cast To the hawkers of the town Tell the tale; till bending down You redeemed the rumpled sheaf, You who from man's dust and grief Know to pluck his starry crown. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CHRISTMAS FOLKSONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TO S.M., A YOUNG AFRICAN PAINTER, ON SEEING HIS WORKS by PHILLIS WHEATLEY QUATRAIN: THE IRON AGE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SPANISH WINGS: A LEAF FROM A LOG BOOK by H. BABCOCK MIRACLE by LIBERTY HYDE BAILEY SPIRITUAL WORSHIP by BERNARD BARTON HOMESICKNESS by HENRY BELLAMANN |