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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A WAY-SIDE GRAVE, by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER Poet's Biography First Line: Our upland journey wound its way Last Line: Was golden glimmering with may. Alternate Author Name(s): Van Deth, Gerrit, Mrs. Subject(s): Cemeteries; Crosses; Death; Graves; Graveyards; Dead, The; Tombs; Tombstones | |||
OUR upland journey wound its way Past hills that wore the green of May. The dogwood starred the shadowy copes; The light breeze rocked the pine-tree tops. Far off we saw the village spires And fluttering smoke of household fires. But here of voice or tool no sound Fell on the cloistered hush profound. Sudden I drew my bridle rein, Dim, shining out from moss and stain, Alone amid a fallow field, And half by brier and weed concealed, I saw a rough stone cross that bore One little dear home name; no more. Some heart had ached, some house had known The desolate hunger for its own, When, hollowed out this narrow grave, They laid, whom love had died to save But could not, one whose name had been To her own people "Josephine." A ruined chimney, and the bloom Of a pale purple lilac plume Close by, and this small way-side cross Told all the tale of love and loss; While near and far the fragrant day Was golden glimmering with May. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SURVIVOR AMONG GRAVES by RANDALL JARRELL SUBJECTED EARTH by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE GRAVE OF MRS. HEMANS by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER THOSE GRAVES IN ROME by LARRY LEVIS NOT TO BE DWELLED ON by HEATHER MCHUGH ONE LAST DRAW OF THE PIPE by PAUL MULDOON ETRUSCAN TOMB by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS ENDING WITH A LINE FROM LEAR by MARVIN BELL ARE THE CHILDREN AT HOME? by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER WHITTIER by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER OH, FACE TO FACE WITH TROUBLE by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER |
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