Ungather'd lie the peats upon the moss; No more is heard the shaggy pony's hoof; The thin smoke curls no more above the roof; Unused the brown-sailed boat doth idly toss At anchor in the Kyle; and all across The strath the collie scours without reproof; The gather'd sheep stand wonderingly aloof; And everywhere there is a sense of loss. "Has Sheumais left for over sea? Nay, sir, A se'nnight since a gloom came over him; He sicken'd, and his gaze grew vague and dim; Three days ago we found he did not stir. He has gone into the Silence. 'Neath yon fir He lies, and waits the Lord in darkness grim." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF AUTUMN by PAUL VERLAINE A TOAST TO OUR NATIVE LAND by ROBERT BRIDGES (1858-1941) LINES FOR THE HOUR by HAMILTON FISH ARMSTRONG YOUTH AND AGE by GEORGE ARNOLD LINES ON THE COTTAGE AT THE FOOT OF BOX HILL, SURREY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE LAMENT: A BALLAD by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |