Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE NEIGHBORS, by THEODOSIA (PICKERING) GARRISON Poet's Biography First Line: Against the distant striking of the clock Last Line: Stayed till the last had gone. Alternate Author Name(s): Faulks, Frederick J., Mrs. Subject(s): Immortality; Neighbors | ||||||||
At first cock-crow The ghosts must go Back to their quiet graves below. AGAINST the distant striking of the clock I heard the crowing cock, And I arose and threw the window wide; Long, long before the setting of the moon, And yet I knew they must be passing soon -- My neighbors who had died -- Back to their narrow, green-roofed homes that wait Beyond the churchyard gate. I leaned far out and waited -- all the world Was like a thing impearled, Mysterious and beautiful and still; The crooked road seemed one the moon might lay, Our little village slept in Quaker gray, And gray and tall the poplars on the hill; And then far off I heard the cock -- and then My neighbors passed again. At first it seemed a white cloud, nothing more, Slow drifting by my door, Or gardened lilies swaying in the wind; Then suddenly each separate face I knew, The tender lovers drifting two and two, Old, peaceful folk long since passed out of mind, And little children -- one whose hand held still An earth-grown daffodil. And here I saw one pausing for a space To lift a wistful face Up to a certain window where there dreamed A little brood left motherless; and there One turned to where his unploughed fields lay bare; And others lingering passed -- but one there seemed So over-glad to haste, she scarce could wait To reach the churchyard gate! The farrier's little maid who loved too well And died -- I may not tell How glad she seemed. My neighbors, young and old, With backward glances lingered as they went; Only upon one face was all content, A sorrow comforted -- a peace untold. I watched them through the swinging gate -- the dawn Stayed till the last had gone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRIGHT SUN AFTER HEAVY SNOW by JANE KENYON THE MAN INTO WHOSE YARD YOU SHOULD NOT HIT YOUR BALL by THOMAS LUX PLASTIC BEATITUDE by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR BESIDE MILL RIVER by MADELINE DEFREES HELSINKI, 1940 by ANSELM HOLLO THE POET'S TREE by CLARENCE MAJOR A BOOK OF CELTIC VERSE (TO SEUMAS MACMANUS) by THEODOSIA (PICKERING) GARRISON |
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