Explore "Some Verses: Sonnets: THE GRAVE OF HOPE" by Helen Hay Whitney on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
There's a wild little gnome in the wood / Who sings as he digs a grave / Of Hope that soars and Hope that flies / And Hope that singes her wings, and lies / In peace where the willows wave.
And he croons in the pauses of toil, / A shivering song of Fears, / The lean black shades of Hope so fair / Who weave her nets with her golden hair / And harry her down the years.
And he knows she will perish at last, / He has carved her name on the stone / While the trees draw near and forget to sleep, / And the little leaves bend their heads and weep, / For Hope that must die alone.