I BURIED Joy; and early to the tomb I came to weepso sorrowful was I Who had not dreamed that Joy, my Joy, could die. I turned away, and by my side stood Joy All glorifiedah, so ashamed was I Who dared to dream that Joy, my Joy, could die! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GROWN-UP TALK by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DEDICATION IN THESE DAY by HAYDEN CARRUTH GETTING A WORD IN by JAMES GALVIN JULY IN GEORGY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON A SONG OF ETERNITY IN TIME by SIDNEY LANIER ITALIAN PICTURES: COSTA MAGIC by MINA LOY |