"The Dead"


The Dead

Rain and wind on the roof, 
And the ocean beating the shore, 
And now and again a shaking of window-panes 
And a rattling of the door. 

Shadows upon the wall, 
Wavering shadows and gray; 
Lonely, heartsick, I reach my hand in the dark 
For the hand that has gone away. 

The dead―do they turn in their graves 
On a wind-bared night like this, 
And stretch their arms and yearn for the light of the hearth, 
And the passionate warmth of a kiss? 



"The Dead" as it appears in Ella Higginson's When the Birds Go North Again (1898).


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