She's Up And Gone, The Graceless Girl Poem by Thomas Hood

She's Up And Gone, The Graceless Girl

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She's up and gone, the graceless girl,
And robb'd my failing years!
My blood before was thin and cold
But now 'tis turn'd to tears;—
My shadow falls upon my grave,
So near the brink I stand,
She might have stay'd a little yet,
And led me by the hand!
Aye, call her on the barren moor,
And call her on the hill:
'Tis nothing but the heron's cry,
And plover's answer shrill;
My child is flown on wilder wings
Than they have ever spread,
And I may even walk a waste
That widen'd when she fled.
Full many a thankless child has been,
But never one like mine;
Her meat was served on plates of gold,
Her drink was rosy wine;
But now she'll share the robin's food,
And sup the common rill,
Before her feet will turn again
To meet her father's will!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 17 June 2020

Her meat was served on plates of gold, Her drink was rosy wine; But now she'll share the robin's food, And sup the common rill, very fine poem and questions and thinking. tony

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