
Beside sixteen-year-old Evelyn Hope's body, a speaker three times her age declares a love she may never have known. The speaker trusts that God will allow their union after further lives and places a leaf in her cold hand, believing she will someday awaken and understand.
By Robert Browning · Genre: Dramatic Monologue, Elegy, Love Poetry · 681 words
Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead! / Sit and watch by her side an hour. / That is her book-shelf, this her bed; / She plucked that piece of geranium-flower, / Beginning to die too, in the glass; / Little has yet been changed, I think: / The shutters are shut, no light may pass / Save two long rays through the hinge's chink.
Sixteen years old when she died! / Perhaps she had scarcely heard my name; / It was not her time to love; beside, / Her life had many a hope and aim, / Duties enough and little cares, / And now was quiet, now astir, / Till God's hand beckoned unawares, -- / And the sweet white brow is all of her.
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mourning · unacknowledged love · afterlife · age disparity · faith · dramatic monologue