Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO TWO BEREAVED, by THOMAS ASHE Poet's Biography First Line: You must be sad; for thought it is to heaven Last Line: Fair flowers thrive round the little grave, I pray. Subject(s): Grief; Sorrow; Sadness | ||||||||
YOU must be sad; for though it is to Heaven, 'Tis hard to yield a little girl of seven. Alas, for me 'tis hard my grief to rule, Who only met her as she went to school; Who never heard the little lips so sweet Say even 'Good-morning,' though our eyes would meet As whose would fain be friends! How must you sigh, Sick for your loss, when even so sad am I, Who never clasp'd the small hands any day! Fair flowers thrive round the little grave, I pray. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONOMA FIRE by JANE HIRSHFIELD AS THE SPARKS FLY UPWARDS by JOHN HOLLANDER WHAT GREAT GRIEF HAS MADE THE EMPRESS MUTE by JUNE JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 19 by JAMES JOYCE DIRGE AT THE END OF THE WOODS by LEONIE ADAMS A VISION OF CHILDREN by THOMAS ASHE |
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