This is the spot where I will lie When life has had enough of me, These are the grasses that will blow Above me like a living sea. These gay old lilies will not shrink To draw their life from death of mine, And I will give my body's fire To make blue flowers on this vine. "O Soul," I said, "have you no tears? Was not the body dear to you?" I heard my soul say carelessly, "The myrtle flowers will grow more blue." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CHRISTMAS FOLKSONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 13 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ANACTORIA by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE IMPROMPTU ON CHARLES II (2) by JOHN WILMOT HYMN FOR ALL SAINTS DAY IN THE MORNING by HENRY ALFORD PARODY OF A SHROPSHIRE LAD by HENRY MAXIMILIAN BEERBOHM A POINT OF VIEW by LETITIA A. BRACE DEDICATION by EVELYN BENHAM BULL SKETCH, INSCRIBED TO THE RIGHT HON. C.J. FOX by ROBERT BURNS |