
The poem is a lamentation of the loss of joy and beauty in life. The speaker describes a vision of gray wreaths that take on various shapes, including a woman who embodies beauty and perfection. However, this vision ultimately gives way to a bleak landscape with an open grave, symbolizing the end of dreams and the presence of sorrow.
By Edith Nesbit · First published 1908 · Genre: Horror, Gothic Fiction, Mystery · 409 words
Larranagas! Thank you, thank you! / Not a knife. I never use one -- / I've the right thing on my watch-chain / Which some fool or other gave me -- / Takes the end off in a second -- / Sharp as life bites off our pleasures.
See! The soft wreath upward curling, / Gray as mists in leaf-strewn hollows; / Blue as skies in mild October; / Vague, elusive as delight is.
A Dirge in Gray is listed on Textopian as a poem by Edith Nesbit, dated 1908 CE.
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Victorian Era · Gothic Fiction · Mystery · Supernatural · Ghost Story · Haunted House · Family Drama · Tragedy · Death · Loss · Grief · Psychological Horror