Like As the Lark
quale allodetta che in aere si spazia
Prima cantando, e poi tace, contenta,
Dell’ ultima dolcezza che la sazia.
DANTE: Paradiso, XX.
More poems by Thomas William Parsons
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Dirge
Room for a soldier! lay him in the clover;
He loved the fields, and they shall be his cover;
Make his mound with hers who called him once her lover: … -
Andrew
Ermine or blazonry, he knew them not,
Nor cloth of gold, for Duty was his Queen;
But this he knew,—a soul without a spot, … -
Her Epitaph
The handful here, that once was Mary’s earth,
Held, while it breathed, so beautiful a soul,
That, when she died, all recognized her birth, … -
Into the Noiseless Country
Into the noiseless country Annie went,
Among the silent people where no sound
Of wheel or voice or implement—no roar …