I dreamed I passed a doorway Where, for a sign of death, White ribbons one was binding About a flowery wreath. What drew me so I know not, But drawing near I said, "Kind sir, and can you tell me Who is it here lies dead?" Said he, "Your most beloved Died here this very day, That had known twenty Aprils Had she but lived till May." Astonished I made answer, "Good sir, how say you so! Here have I no beloved, This house I do not know." Quoth he, "Who from the world's end Was destined unto thee Here lies, thy true beloved Whom thou shalt never see." I dreamed I passed a doorway Where, for a sign of death, White ribbons one was binding About a flowery wreath. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DIVINA COMMEDIA (INTRODUCTORY POEMS): 1 by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: RUTHERFORD MCDOWELL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TRANSFIGURATION by LOUISA MAY ALCOTT POVERTY AND POETRY by WILLIAM BROOME A THOUGHT FOR A LONELY DEATH-BED by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING OH WOULD THAT I COULD FLY TO YOU by HARRIET E. CARSKADEN THE PROPHECY OF FAMINE; A SCOTS PASTORAL INSCRIBED TO JOHN WILKES by CHARLES CHURCHILL |