mourning - Popular Poems and stories from category

You, that decipher out the
Of humane Off-springs from the Skies,
What mean these Infants which of
Spring from the Starrs of Chlora's Eyes

When lately Stella's form
The beauties of the gay brocade,
The nymphs, who found their power decline,
Proclaim'd her not so fair as fine

Alas my brother
the cry of the mourners of old   That cried on each other,
All crying aloud on the dead as the death-note rolled,   Alas my brother
As flashes of dawn that mists from an east wind smother   With fold upon fold,

'O cast away your sorrow; —A while, at least, be gay
If grief must come tomorrow,
At least, be glad today
'How can you still be

Lord’s lost Him His mockingbird,       His fancy warbler;       Satan sweet-talked her,       four bullets hushed her
Who would have thought       she’d end that way
Four bullets hushed her
And the world a-clang with evil