A dreadful and heartrending sight In Scotland has been seen, Where far away from friends and light Poor men destroyed have been, When working down beneath the ground, Toiling for their bread, About two hundred living souls Were numbered with the dead. * * * The men were hard at work we find In Dixon pit that day, Gallant hearts, both good and kind, God help them now, we say Without a moment's warning then The fatal firedamp came, And about two hundred boys and men Were killed by the deadly flame. * * * Hundreds stood around the pit In solemn silence there, By the winter's sun each face was lit But only show'd despair, Mourning for some missing one They never more would see, Until the pathway they have trod Of dark eternity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE PICKET-GUARD [NOVEMBER, 1861] by ETHEL LYNN BEERS IN A LECTURE-ROOM by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH THE SCARECROW by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE COMMUNION by DOROTHY P. ALBAUGH HUMAN IGNORANCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SONNET: 17 by RICHARD BARNFIELD STANZAS, COMPOSED WHILE WALKING ON WARREN HILL, EARLY SUMMER'S MORNING by BERNARD BARTON |