Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LAUREATE, by ISABEL ECCLESTONE MACKAY Poet's Biography First Line: Death met a little child who cried Last Line: No foolish tear be spilled upon it! Subject(s): Death; Dead, The | ||||||||
DEATH met a little child who cried For a bright star which earth denied, And Death, so sympathetic, kissed it, Saying: "With me All bright things be!" And only the child's mother missed it. Death met a maiden on the brae, Her eyes held dreams life would betray, And gallant Death was greatly taken "Leave," whispered he, "Your dream with me And I will see you never waken." Death met an old man in a lane; So gnarled was he and full of pain That kindly Death was struck with pity "Come you with me, Old man," said he, "I'll set you down in a fair city." So, kingly Death along the way Scatters rare gifts and asks no pay Yet who to Death will write a sonnet? If any dare, Let him take care No foolish tear be spilled upon it! | 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 A CHRISTMAS CHILD by ISABEL ECCLESTONE MACKAY |
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