Charles Kingsley

(12 June 1819 – 23 January 1875 / Devon, England)

A Lament - Poem by Charles Kingsley

The merry merry lark was up and singing,
And the hare was out and feeding on the lea;
And the merry merry bells below were ringing,
When my child's laugh rang through me.

Now the hare is snared and dead beside the snow-yard,
And the lark beside the dreary winter sea;
And the baby in his cradle in the churchyard
Sleeps sound till the bell brings me.


Eversley, 1848.


Comments about A Lament by Charles Kingsley

  • Susan Williams (12/18/2015 1:57:00 PM)


    Lament. That was probably the best lament I have read on this site. Simple, strait and true from the grieving heart of a parent (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 15, 2010



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