Death sets a thing significant The eye had hurried by, Except a perished creature Entreat us tenderly . To ponder little workmanships In crayon or in wool, With "This was last her fingers did," Industrious until . The thimble weighed too heavily, The stitches stopped themselves, And then 't was put among the dust Upon the closet shelves. . A book I have, a friend gave, Whose pencil, here and there, Had notched the place that pleased him, -- At rest his fingers are. . Now when I read, I read not, For interrupting tears Obliterate the etchings Too costly for repairs. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FINE DAY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD NAMING FOR LOVE by HAYDEN CARRUTH DESTINY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STREET-CRIES: 7. A SONG OF LOVE by SIDNEY LANIER HER EYES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |