Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE CHILD'S FIRST GRIEF, by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Oh! Call my brother back to me Last Line: "would I had loved him more!" Alternate Author Name(s): Browne, Felicia Dorothea Subject(s): Brothers; Death - Children; Half-brothers; Death - Babies | ||||||||
"Oh! call my brother back to me, I cannot play alone; The summer comes with flower and bee -- Where is my brother gone? "The butterfly is glancing bright Across the sunbeam's track; I care not now to chase its flight -- Oh! call my brother back. "The flowers run wild -- the flowers we sowed Around our garden tree; Our vine is drooping with its load -- Oh! call him back to me." "He would not hear my voice, fair child! He may not come to thee; The face that once like spring-time smiled On earth no more thou'lt see. "A rose's brief, bright life of joy, Such unto him was given; Go -- thou must play alone, my boy -- Thy brother is in heaven!" "And has he left the birds and flowers, And must I call in vain; And through the long, long summer hours, Will he not come again? "And by the brook, and in the glade, Are all our wanderings o'er? Oh! while my brother with me played, Would I had loved him more!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOST CHILDREN by RANDALL JARRELL THE MOURNER by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN MELANCHOLY; AN ODE by WILLIAM BROOME SISTERS IN ARMS by AUDRE LORDE A BOTANICAL TROPE by WILLIAM MEREDITH FOR MOHAMMED ZEID OF GAZA, AGE 15 by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE A DIRGE (1) by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS |
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