By all their country's wishes blest!
When Spring, with dewy fingers cold,
Returns to deck their hallow'd mold,
She there shall dress a sweeter sod
Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
By fairy hands their knell is rung,
By forms unseen their dirge is sung;
There Honor comes, a pilgrim grey,
To bless the turf that wraps their clay;
And Freedom shall a-while repair,
To dwell a weeping hermit there!
|Thought it would be nice to ring in the New Year with a New Poem - ok, it's a little late - but this one particularly caught my fancy. And besides January sucked - now February there's a proper month - and don't the flowers look beautiful in their sod?|
Now if you love poetry why not flick on back to the Tuesday Poem blog and see if something catches your fancy
like Helen Lowe's choice - Summer Grasses by Mattsu Basho
or Eileen Moller's, A Black Plastic Bag is Rising - it starts out slow and metaphorical and then soars - beautiful work
and Helen McKinlay's Lunch at Springs Junction - such fun - I really like the way her poems are all different - they all are stylistically themselves - this one uses great verbs and even speech to describe people and place pefectly.
anyway those were the three that jumped out for me but the others are all well worth the read ENJOY!!!
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