Norman Rowland Gale

(1862-1942 / England)

A Dead Friend - Poem by Norman Rowland Gale

IT hardly seems that he is dead,
So strange it is that we are here
Beneath this great blue shell of sky
With apple-bloom and pear:
It scarce seems true that we can note
The bursting rosebud’s edge of flame,
Or watch the blackbird’s swelling throat
While he is but a name.

No more the chaffinch at his step
Pipes suddenly her shrill surprise,
For in an ecstasy of sleep
Unconsciously he lies,
Not knowing that the sweet brown lark
From off her bosom’s feathery lace
Shakes down the dewdrop in her flight
To fall upon his face.

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  • Rookie Michael Gale (9/23/2006 2:45:00 PM)

    Great poem.
    God bless all poets-MJG. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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