Two dirges by two poets have I read, By two great masters of our English tongue; One for the youth who rests his drowned head Upon the mighty harp of him who sung The loss of Eden; and the other, warm From Wordsworth's gentle heart, o'er Goddard's grave, By Keller raised, near Zurich's stormy wave - Both beautiful, with each its proper charm; The one so glorious - we are fain to blend The name of Lycidas with that wild sea, Where sank to deathless fame the poet's friend: The other, with a humbler purpose penned, Set one poor mother's stifled sorrows free, And gained, by lowlier means, a sweeter end. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHADOWY WATERS: A DRAMATIC POEM by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ANIMAL CRACKERS by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY CHOEPHOROI: ORESTES GOES MAD by AESCHYLUS BIRD CONVERSATIONS, SELECTION by FARID OD-DIN MOHAMMAD EBN EBRAHIM ATTAR EPIGRAM TO DON ANTONIO, KING OF PORTUGAL by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) A VERMONT BREAKFAST by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. A DREAM OF HUMAN LIFE by EDWARD CARPENTER |