What in our lives is burnt In the fire of this? The heart's dear granary? The much we shall miss? Three lives hath one life -- Iron, honey, gold. The gold, the honey gone -- Left is the hard and cold. Iron are our lives Molten right through our youth. A burnt space through ripe fields, A fair mouth's broken tooth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST WORD by MATTHEW ARNOLD ESTHER; A YOUNG MAN'S TRAGEDY: 50 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE EWE-BUCHTIN'S BONNIE by GRISELL BAILLIE GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 8 by RICHARD BARNFIELD TO M. I. by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS PSALM 58 (VERSION 2) by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE CANON OF AUGHRIM by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |