University of Virginia Library

Search this document 
Poems

By Richard Chenevix Trench: New ed

expand sectionI. 
expand sectionII. 


227

[That name! how often every day]

That name! how often every day
We spake it and we heard;
It was to us, 'mid tasks or play,
A common household word.
'Tis breathëd yet, that name—but oh!
How solemn now the sound!
One of the sanctities which throw
Such awe our homes around.