A dream lies dead here. May you softly go
Before this place, and turn away your eyes,
Nor seek to know the look of that which dies
Importuning Life for life. Walk not in woe,
But, for a little, let your step be slow.
And, of your mercy, be not sweetly wise
With words of hope and Spring and tenderer skies.
A dream lies dead; and this all mourners know:
Whenever one drifted petal leaves the tree-
Though white of bloom as it had been before
And proudly waitful of fecundity-
One little loveliness can be no more;
And so must Beauty bow her imperfect head
Because a dream has joined the wistful dead!
Lovely, excellent choice of words and effective use of punctuation.
It is a cheerful sort of sorrow. The kind when you are sad but you know there will be brighter skies ahead and you take that and you walk forward. Heartfelt: ]
heart warming write! helps to read when hope is dead.... and dreams a million miles away! very aptly put! last two lines were very good!
my choice so nice so inspirational poem..