TWO nations mourn! The same great grief is known By human hearts on either side the sea, Mourning with those who yet must mourn alone Upon the silent height where only He Can come and whisper comfort, who hath worn The lonely diadem of cruel thorn. Mourning for her whose royal love hath shown Secrets of comfort in the darkest days; Who, like her Master, stooping from a throne The suffering or the lost could heal or raise; Leaving, like Him, example pure and bright, For court or cottage home a starry light. Two nations mourn; a hand from each would lay Fair flowers and simple verse upon her tomb to-day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: HENRY PHIPPS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS REVELATION by LOUIS UNTERMEYER NOTHING TO WEAR' by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 45 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE BLACK VULTURE by GEORGE STERLING ST. PAUL'S CHRISTMAS BELLS by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |