Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE DROWNED BOY, by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD

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First Line: Sad was the lot, sad was the tale
Last Line: None mourn him now that he is dead.
Subject(s): Drowning

SAD was the lot, sad was the tale
Of him who lies unconscious here;
His locks are lifted by the gale,
No mourner comes his loss to wail,
No friend to wait upon his bier.
I've seen him in some lonely hour
Gazing upon the bright blue sky,
And though the blackening cloud might lour,
Careless he'd view the coming shower,
Nor heed the storm that muttered by.
Sad did he seem for one so young,
'T was in a bitter mood he smiled,
And as he paced the path along,
He had a strange and wayward song,
And gestured to his measure wild.
Whether 't was want or cruelty
That caused his mind thus wild to rove,
Or whether to his boyish eye,
His fancy gave the maddening joy,
Of ceaseless, hopeless, idle love,
I know not,-- but he never slept,
Upon a quiet, peaceful bed;
He to himself his vigils kept,
None but himself for him has wept,
None mourn him now that he is dead.

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