@3Dirge@1 (for Sibylla) We do lie beneath the grass In the moonlight, in the shade Of the yew-tree. They that pass Hear us not. We are afraid They would envy our delight, In our graves by glow-worm night. Come follow us, and smile as we; We sail to the rock in the ancient waves, Where the snow falls by thousands into the sea, And the drowned and the shipwrecked have happy graves. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SCHOLAR GIPSY by MATTHEW ARNOLD SUMTER by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL THE LIVING DEAD by RALPH CHAPLIN PRAISE FOR AN URN; IN MEMORIAM: ERNEST NELSON by HAROLD HART CRANE RHAPSODY ON A WINDY NIGHT by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT GRENADIER by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN LINES TO BE SPOKEN BY THOMAS DENMAN.....WHEN FOUR YEARS OLD by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |