ON A TWIN AT TWO YEARS OLD DEAD OF A CONSUMPTION. DEATH! thou such a one hast smit, Any stone can cover it; 'Twas an envy more than sin, If he had not been a twin, To have kill'd him, when his herse Hardly could contain a verse. Two fair sisters, sweet and young, Minded as a prophet's tongue, Thou hadst kill'd, and since with thee Goodness had no amity: Nor could tears of parents save So much sweetness from the grave; Sickness seem'd so small to fit him, That thou should'st not see to hit him; And thou canst not truly say, If he be dead or flown away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARSHALL WASHER by HAYDEN CARRUTH WOODSMOKE AT 70 by HAYDEN CARRUTH A SUMMER'S GARDEN by ROBERT FROST TO ATLANTA UNIVERSITY - ITS FOUNDERS AND TEACHERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE TOURNAMENT by SIDNEY LANIER LINES ON CARMEN SYLVA by EMMA LAZARUS CLAY BISON IN A CAVE by CLARENCE MAJOR EIGHTEEN-DOLLAR TAXI TRIP TO TIZAPAN AND BACK TO CHAPALA by CLARENCE MAJOR |