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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DEATH, by STOPFORD AUGUSTUS BROOKE Poet's Biography First Line: My little hour of envied joy is past Last Line: Enough of loveless life, shut to the door. Subject(s): Death; Dead, The | |||
MY little hour of envied joy is past, My Love is dead; Deep in her grave my passionate arms hold fast Her wounded head; Oh, could I lie beside her! -- even there 'Twere better than this earth and living air. All children wonder that I never smile, Not mine their pain; The green trees and the streams I loved beguile In vain, in vain; Where, where is now my laughter, where her voice, And her bright eyes that bade the woods rejoice? Oh silent dwelling, homeless world, sad heart, Always alone! How canst thou live and bear thy bitter part Now she is gone? Clasp her cold heart to thine, and rise no more; Enough of loveless life, shut to the door. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND NATURE AND LOVE by STOPFORD AUGUSTUS BROOKE |
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