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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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
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!
So deeply, deeply poignant. The echoes of death and void in human existence. Great images.