FROM Little down to Least, in due degree, Around the Pastor, each in new-wrought vest, Each with a vernal posy at his breast, We stood, a trembling, earnest Company! With low soft murmur, like a distant bee, Some spake, by thought-perplexing fears betrayed; And some a bold unerring answer made: How fluttered then thy anxious heart for me, Beloved Mother! Thou whose happy hand Had bound the flowers I wore, with faithful tie: Sweet flowers! at whose inaudible command Her countenance, phantom-like, doth reappear: O lost too early for the frequent tear, And ill requited by this heartfelt sigh! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OF MONEY by BARNABY (BARNABE) GOOGE ECHOES: 4. INVICTUS by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY PRISONED IN WINDSOR, HE RECOUNTETH HIS PLEASURE THERE PASSED by HENRY HOWARD TO MRS. THRALE [ON HER COMPLETING HER THIRTY-FIFTH YEAR] by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) THE DRUM: THE NARRATIVE OF THE DEMON OF TEDWORTH by EDITH SITWELL PRAYER FOR THIS HOUSE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |