Flowers in their freshness are flushing the earth,
And the voice-peopled forest is loud in its mirth,
And streams in their fulness are laughing at dearth—
Yet my bosom is aching.
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nicely penned pathetic pathos- Under the glad face of nature, her face Hath carried down with it all beauty and grace; Pale is it there in that dark silent place— Mary! oh Mary! ...excellence of Charles Harpur
How sorrowful! It is hard for anyone to accept death. Poignantly expressed!
It is a blues poem with heartfelt depiction where a loving husband has lamentation for his wife who is no more and has tenderness and care for his children.
A wonderful poem on the loss of a wife, full of tenderness and care for nature and children written by a loving husband!
at first I was thinking why is this called a lament when all the flowers are blooming and rivers are chuckling- -then the lament begins and oh how it is heartbreaking and everyone of us will go through this pain someday or another unless you don't love anybody