Poems About: GRIEF

Why do ye weep, sweet babes? can tears
Speak grief in you,
Who were but born
just as the modest morn read more »

I feel the Spring far off, far off,
The faint far scent of bud and leaf--
Oh how can Spring take heart to come
To a world in grief, read more »

1 If I should die to-night
2 And you should come to my cold corpse and say,
3 Weeping and heartsick o'er my lifeless clay --
4 If I should die to-night, read more »

In what a strange bewilderment do we
Awake each morn from out the brief night's sleep.
Our struggling consciousness doth grope and creep
Its slow way back, as if it could not free read more »

The white of my eyes has been painted red.
Horror of a tragedy and moments of dread.
Remembering the time, grief gripping my head.
Keeping hope alive; but no, she is dead. Day dreamers despair, a poet of pain. read more »

Air -- "Mount Vernon"


Dearest Minnie, she has left us, read more »

How still though art,
In peace though depart,
No more sorrows thou shall know,
No tears, no grief, read more »

With gentle hands they placed the wreathed
gay flowers upon his casket grey and
Still beside the waiting altar there, and all
the powers of life, and those of death, read more »

Two terrors fright my soul by night and day:
The first is Life, and with her come the years;
A weary, winding train of maidens they,
With forward-fronting eyes, too sad for tears; read more »

IF songs be sung let minstrels strike their harps
To large and joyous strains, all thunder-winged
To beat along vast shores. Ay, let their notes
Wild into eagles soaring toward the sun, read more »