Two days she missed her dove, and then, alas! A knot of soft gray feathers met her view, So light, their stirring hardly broke the dew That hung on the blue violets and the grass; A kite had struck her fondling as he passed; And o'er that feeling, downy, epitaph The poor child lingered, weeping; her gay laugh Was mute that day, her little heart o'ercast. Ah! Minnie, if thou livest, thou wilt prove Intenser pangs -- less tearful, though less brief; Thou'lt weep for dearer death and sweeter love, And spiritual woe, of woes the chief, Until the full-grown wings of human grief Eclipse thy memory of the kite and dove. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR LOVE'S SAKE, KISS ME ONCE AGAIN! by BEN JONSON A GLASS OF BEER by JAMES STEPHENS SEPTEMBER by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT TO HIS MISTRESS by RICHARD BARNFIELD WHITSUNDAY 1644 by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE LAST MAN: LIFE A GLASS WINDOW by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |