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Poem by Thomas Hood


The Forsaken


The dead are in their silent graves,
And the dew is cold above,
And the living weep and sigh,
Over dust that once was love.

Once I only wept the dead,
But now the living cause my pain:
How couldst thou steal me from my tears,
To leave me to my tears again?

My Mother rests beneath the sod,--
Her rest is calm and very deep:
I wish'd that she could see our loves,--
But now I gladden in her sleep.

Last night unbound my raven locks,
The morning saw them turned to gray,
Once they were black and well beloved,
But thou art changed,--and so are they!

The useless lock I gave thee once,
To gaze upon and think of me,
Was ta'en with smiles,--but this was torn
In sorrow that I send to thee!



Thomas Hood


Thomas Hood's other poems:
  1. The Boy at the Nore
  2. Stanzas (Is there a bitter pang for love removed)
  3. Ballad (She's up and gone, the graceless girl)
  4. The Plea of the Midsummer Fairies
  5. Written in Keats' УEndymionФ


Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Amy Lowell The Forsaken ("Holy Mother of God, Merciful Mary. Hear")
  • Duncan Scott The Forsaken ("Once in the winter")
  • Samuel Lover The Forsaken ("Let us talk of grief no more")

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