Amaryllis

Once, when I wandered in the woods alone,
An old man tottered up to me and said,
“Come, friend, and see the grave that I have made
For Amaryllis.” There was in the tone
Of his complaint such quaver and such moan
That I took pity on him and obeyed,
And long stood looking where his hands had laid
An ancient woman, shrunk to skin and bone.

Far out beyond the forest I could hear
The calling of loud progress, and the bold
Incessant scream of commerce ringing clear;
But though the trumpets of the world were glad,
It made me lonely and it made me sad
To think that Amaryllis had grown old.

by Edwin Arlington Robinson

Comments (7)

Beyond the forest! ! Thanks for sharing.
A master poet with words of wisdom!
grown old. Man, she's dead! A cute little poem, but weak.
To my opinion rather concised, but true touching and with a melancholic tone. Congratulations to the family of this classic poet. He is the late Edwin Arlington Robinson. Such a glee I got to read this poem, Poetry is mankind's most loyal friend and most precious treasure, I reckon. Thank you immensely for sharing. With the best regards, Sylvia Frances Chan (BTW I am a Dutch Poetess)
Such a great poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson....
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