James Whitcomb Riley

(7 October 1849 - 22 July 1916 / Greenfield, Indiana)

The Dead Lover - Poem by James Whitcomb Riley

Time is so long when a man is dead!
Some one sews; and the room is made
Very clean; and the light is shed
Soft through the window-shade.

Yesterday I thought: 'I know
Just how the bells will sound, and how
The friends will talk, and the sermon go,
And the hearse-horse bow and bow!'

This is to-day; and I have no thing
To think of-- nothing whatever to do
But to hear the throb of the pulse of a wing
That wants to fly back to you.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 9, 2010

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