The dead arose. Long had they dreamed,
Deep in the grass of the still grave,
Of meeting their beloved once more.
They knocked at each familiar door.
They waited eagerly to see
The old loved faces at the door,
They waited for a voice to say
The same old words it said before -
They knocked at each familiar door.
But no one answered to the dead,
No voice of welcome, no kind word!
Only a little flower came out,
And one small elegiac bird.
The Dead Arose
Richard Le Gallienne
(1)
Poem topics: flower, bird, grass, deep, long, small, grave, voice, door, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about The Dead Arose poem by Richard Le Gallienne
Best Poems of Richard Le Gallienne