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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE NETTLES, by THOMAS HARDY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: This, then, is the grave of my son
Last Line: Who spurned me for seeing what he could not see.
Subject(s): Graves; Tombs; Tombstones
First Line: This, then, is the grave of my son
Last Line: Who spurned me for seeing what he could not see.
Subject(s): Graves; Tombs; Tombstones
THIS, then, is the grave of my son,
Whose heart she won! And nettles grow
Upon his mound; and she lives just below.
How he upbraided me, and left,
And our lives were cleft, because I said
She was hard, unfeeling, caring but to wed.
Well, to see this sight I have fared these miles,
And her firelight smiles from her window there,
Whom he left his mother to cherish with tender care!
It is enough. I'll turn and go;
Yes, nettles grow where lone lies he,
Who spurned me for seeing what he could not see.
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