How well do I recall that walk in state Across the Common, by the paths we knew: Myself in silver badge and riband blue, My little sister with her book and slate; The elm tree by the Pond, the fence of wood, The burial place that at the corner stood Where once we crossed, through the forbidden grate, The stones that grudg'd us way, the graveside weed, The ominous wind that turned us half about. Smit by the flying drops, at what a speed Across the paths, unblessed and unforgiven We hurried homeward when the day was late And heard, with awe that left no place for doubt, God's anger mutter in the darkened heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET TO TARTAR, A TERRIER BEAUTY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES ODE INSCRIBED TO W.H. CHANNING by RALPH WALDO EMERSON MISS KILMANSEGG AND HER PRECIOUS LEG: HER BIRTH by THOMAS HOOD IN PROGRESS by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 123 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI CASEY AT THE BAT (1) by ERNEST LAWRENCE THAYER BROWN OF OSSAWATOMIE [DECEMBER 2, 1859] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |