A shadowed form before the light,
A gleaming face against the night,
Clutched hands across a halo bright
Of blowing hair,—her fixed sight
Stares down where moving black, below,
The river's deathly waves in murmurous silence flow.
The moon falls fainting on the sky,
The dark woods bow their heads in sorrow,
The earth sends up a misty sigh:
A soul defies the morrow!
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I like this piece only because it doesn't directly say, in the poem, that it's on suicide. The title of course gives that away but the piece itself places a image and then metaphorically sets it up, it's quite vivid towards the end, especially with the last line but that's the only plus of this piece I can find, for me.
The rest, I didn't care too much for. I found it to be lacking in verbage and grammar, though there's really nothing wrong with the grammar I just feel it's lacking a bit in this piece.
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