THE dead are in their silent graves, And the dew is cold above, And the living weep and sigh, Over dust that once was love. Once I only wept the dead, But now the living cause my pain: How couldst thou steal me from my tears, To leave me to my tears again? My Mother rests beneath the sod, -- Her rest is calm and very deep: I wish'd that she could see our loves, -- But now I gladden in her sleep. Last night unbound my raven locks, The morning saw them turn'd to grey, Once they were black and well beloved, But thou art changed, -- and so are they! The useless lock I gave thee once, To gaze upon and think of me, Was ta'en with smiles, -- but this was torn In sorrow that I send to thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A LIBRARY by EMILY DICKINSON PROLOGUE, SPOKEN BY MR. GARRICK AT ... THEATRE ROYALE, 1747 by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) THE DYING WORDS OF STONEWALL JACKSON by SIDNEY LANIER ON A BUST OF DANTE by THOMAS WILLIAM PARSONS HALSTED STREET CAR by CARL SANDBURG |