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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO JOY, by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: Is not this enough for moan
Last Line: Alone on that most wintry wild?
Alternate Author Name(s): Blunden, Edmund
Subject(s): Death - Children; Death - Babies
First Line: Is not this enough for moan
Last Line: Alone on that most wintry wild?
Alternate Author Name(s): Blunden, Edmund
Subject(s): Death - Children; Death - Babies
Is not this enough for moan
To see this babe all motherless --
A babe beloved -- thrust out alone
Upon death's wilderness?
Our tears fall, fall, fall -- I would weep
My blood away to make her warm,
Who never went on earth one step,
Nor heard the breath of the storm.
How shall you go, my little child,
Alone on that most wintry wild?
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