Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A FOREST GRAVEYARD, by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE First Line: The birds brood silent in the underbrush Last Line: Be I thy mourner, child, and thou my care! Subject(s): Forests; Graves; Humanity; Mourning; Nature; Woods; Tombs; Tombstones; Bereavement | ||||||||
THE birds brood silent in the underbrush, A stricken ghostliness stands each stark tree, The hesitating river glides less free, Fearful of the inviolable hush; Beyond the stream a solitary thrush Sings, and the sun's deep crimson drapery Is drooping o'er the land, but breathes to me No hope the wintering shadows cannot crush. I turn to go, and in the littered leaves Stumble upon a shell, a shapeless stone, A withered rose, huddled together there; O secret grave, sure no sad mother grieves The little ward of death thou guard'st alone: Be I thy mourner, child, and thou my care! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUNGERFIELD by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE MOURNER by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN HECUBA MOURNS by MARILYN NELSON THERE IS NO GOD BUT by AGHA SHAHID ALI IF I COULD MOURN LIKE A MOURNING DOVE by FRANK BIDART A CHILD'S EVENING HYMN by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE |
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