Sweet pigeon carrier upon my roof, Oh, tell me, tell me how my lover fares! Last night to war he marched, his breast aglow, Within his heart his troubled country's cares. "O lovely maiden, many tears shall fall Ere to thy bosom shall thy lover fly; Beneath the Belgian moon, in bloody death, With thousands does your ardent lover lie." Oh, woe is me! The moon and stars have died, No more for me the dance on village green; My couch is spread upon the meadowland, Six feet of darkness 'neath the churchyard green. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FEW RULES FOR BEGINNERS by KATHERINE MANSFIELD TO HENRY LINCOLN JOHNSON - LAWYER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MORNING, NOON AND NIGHT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. BURKE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |