Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN THE CHURCHYARD AT CAMBRIDGE, by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: In the village churchyard she lies, / dust is in her beautiful eyes Last Line: In your own secret sins and terrors! Subject(s): Cambridge, Massachusetts | ||||||||
IN the village churchyard she lies, Dust is in her beautiful eyes, No more she breathes, nor feels, nor stirs; At her feet and at her head Lies a slave to attend the dead, But their dust is white as hers. Was she a lady of high degree, So much in love with the vanity And foolish pomp of this world of ours? Or was it Christian charity, And lowliness and humility, The richest and rarest of all dowers? Who shall tell us? No one speaks; No color shoots into those cheeks, Either of anger or of pride, At the rude question we have asked; Nor will the mystery be unmasked By those who are sleeping at her side. Hereafter? -- And do you think to look On the terrible pages of that Book To find her failings, faults, and errors? Ah, you will then have other cares, In your own shortcomings and despairs, In your own secret sins and terrors! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOSTON YEAR by ELIZABETH ALEXANDER SONNET - REALITIES: 1 by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS ST. JOHN'S, CAMBRIDGE; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE BRIDGE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE HERONS OF ELMWOOD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THREE FRIENDS OF MINE: 5; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE SPHINX AT MOUNT AUBURN by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES MEMORIAL HALL by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH A BALLAD OF THE FRENCH FLEET; OCTOBER, 1746 by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |
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