1) The speaker had a burial of a picture that had hung in their room for years, depicting their past love and providing comfort.
2) Upon seeing a notice of their past love's marriage, the speaker turns the picture to the wall in shame, burying that relic of their past.
3) The speaker is now left lonely and seeking an end, as age has swept away their youth.
1) The speaker had a burial of a picture that had hung in their room for years, depicting their past love and providing comfort.
2) Upon seeing a notice of their past love's marriage, the speaker turns the picture to the wall in shame, burying that relic of their past.
3) The speaker is now left lonely and seeking an end, as age has swept away their youth.
1) The speaker had a burial of a picture that had hung in their room for years, depicting their past love and providing comfort.
2) Upon seeing a notice of their past love's marriage, the speaker turns the picture to the wall in shame, burying that relic of their past.
3) The speaker is now left lonely and seeking an end, as age has swept away their youth.
To-day I had a burial of my dead. There was no shroud, no coffin, and no pall, No prayers were uttered and no tears were shed I only turned a picture to the wall. A picture that had hung within my room For years and years; a relic of my youth. It kept the rose of love in constant bloom To see those eyes of earnestness and truth. At hours wherein no other dared intrude, I had drawn comfort from its smiling grace. Silent companion of my solitude, My soul held sweet communion with that face. I lived again the dream so bright, so brief, Though wakened as we all are by some Fate; This picture gave me infinite relief, And did not leave me wholly desolate. To-day I saw an item, quite by chance, That robbed me of my pitiful poor dole: A marriage notice fell beneath my glance, And I became a lonely widowed soul. With drooping eyes, and cheeks a burning flame, I turned the picture to the blank wall's gloom. My very heart had died in me of shame, If I had left it smiling in my room. Another woman's husband. So, my friend, My comfort, my sole relic of the past, I bury thee, and, lonely, seek the end. Swift age has swept my youth from me at last.