Classic Poem

We saw the tapers burn
In the home so close to ours;
But however our hearts might yearn,
We dared not send our flowers.
" He will not understand, " we said,
" Our loving thoughts of his loved dead. "

O City! thus you hide
The pity in every heart!
Those who are at our side
You sunder a world apart.
A little barrier built of stone —
And my neighbor grieves — alone, alone!