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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LAMENT, by JOHN RICHARD MORELAND
First Line: O yesterday her hands were white
Last Line: The music of her voice is gone.
Subject(s): Death; Lament; Dead, The
First Line: O yesterday her hands were white
Last Line: The music of her voice is gone.
Subject(s): Death; Lament; Dead, The
O yesterday her hands were white
As butterflies among the bright
Red zennias in her garden-plot:
Today her hands are just as white,
But all their motion is forgot.
O yesterday the velvet hue
Of her dear eyes was clear and blue
As seas where slender palm trees grow:
Today her eyes are just as blue,
But like dark violets under snow.
O yesterday her voice to me
Was gold and silver melody
Of bells that tinkled on and on:
Today I wait expectantly --
The music of her voice is gone.
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