Author Richard Chenevix Trench I. That name! how often every day We spake it and we heard! It was to us, 'mid tasks or play, A common household word. II. 'Tis breathed yet, that name — but oh, How solemn now the sound! — One of the sanctities which throw Such awe our homes around. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments