Green at the crossroads lifts the narrow mound Of one who chose by her own hand to pass And lie in quiet under this bright grass, A suicide, refused in Christian ground. We who live on without her singing sound, Forever silent as the years go by, Never again shall hear her laugh or sigh, Never again shall see her, flower-crowned. But always at this place where two roads cross She lies incurious in her slender grave, While those she knew sleep smug in churchyard loam; Nothing will wake her to our aching loss, For all her radiant self in love she gave And her proud feet have found a pathway home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DREAM OF JULIUS CAESAR by ROBERT FROST POSTHUMOUS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE BLACK RUNNER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WHEN I AM DEAD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPECIAL PLEADING by SIDNEY LANIER |