She bared her spirit to her sorrow: On the circling hills the morrow Trembled, but it broke not forth: She bared her spirit to her sorrow: Winds blew from the snowy North. On the circling hills the morrow My soul! my sorrow! What wind bloweth, Trembled, but it broke not forth: Knows the wayless way, it goeth? Winds blew from the snowy North. But before all else, we know Death's way is the way to go. She knew no more than that: she only My soul! my sorrow! What wind bloweth, Knew, that she was left and lonely. Knows the wayless way, it goeth? Left? But she had loved! And lone? But before all else, we know She had loved! But love had gone. Death's way is the way to go. So out into the wintry weather Soul and sorrow fled together: On the moor day found her dead: She knew no more than that: she only Snow on hands, and heart, and head. Knew, that she was left and lonely. -1888 Left? But she had loved! And lone? She had loved! But love had gone. So out into the wintry weather Soul and sorrow fled together: On the moor day found her dead: Snow on hands, and heart, and head. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 9 by EZRA POUND COLORADO MORTON'S RIDE by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) AN HYMN OF HEAVENLY BEAUTY by EDMUND SPENSER THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 3. THE GRAVE BY THE LAKE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE COMPLAINT OF FANCY by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS LIFE PASSES ON by MARIANNE CLARKE |