Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BLEST, by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES Poet Analysis First Line: The vision came, all grey and cold Last Line: And the dew on its skin was a tear. Alternate Author Name(s): Davies, W. H. Subject(s): Grief; Rest; Sorrow; Sadness | ||||||||
The Vision came, all grey and cold, And cast his shadow on my bed But I could live a thousand years, And never wish that I were dead. 'You do not know,' said Death, to me, 'How many men have called me "Blest"; The millions that have squeezed my hand In gratitude for peace and rest; When they are old, and no one wants them, They lie their heads upon my breast.' And he looked so gentle and kind, And his voice came so soft to my ear, That I gave him a cherry to eat, And the dew on its skin was a tear. | 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 BIRD'S ANGER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |
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