You too are dead, The coarse and ignorant, Carping against all that was too high For your poor spirit to grasp, Cruel and evil tongued- Yet you died without a moan or whimper. Oh, not I, not I should dare to judge you! But rather leave with tears your grave Where the sweet grass will cover all your faults And all your courage too. Brother, hail and farewell! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CLOTE (WATER-LILY) by WILLIAM BARNES THE PITY OF IT by THOMAS HARDY SIR HUMPHREY GILBERT [1583] by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE BIGLOW PAPERS. 2D SERIES: 2. JONATHAN TO JOHN by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL ONLY A YEAR' by HARRIET BEECHER STOWE HARMOSAN by RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH FIRST CYCLE OF LOVE POEMS: 4 by GEORGE BARKER |