Cemeteries are places for departed souls And bones interred, Or hearts with shattered loves. A woman with lips made warm for laughter Would find grey stones and roving spirits Too chill for living, moving pulses . . . And thou, great spirit, wouldst shiver in thy granite shroud Should idle mirth or empty talk Disturb thy tranquil sleeping. A cemetery is a place for shattered loves And broken hearts . . . Bowed before the crystal chalice of thy soul, I find the multi-colored fragrance of thy mind Has lost itself in Death's transparency. Oh, stir the lucid waters of thy sleep And coin for me a tale Of happy loves and gems and joyous limbs And hearts where love is sweet! A cemetery is a place for broken hearts And silent thought . . . And silence never moves, Nor speaks nor sings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BELISARIUS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SANTA FILOMENA by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ANIMAL TRANQUILITY AND DECAY; A SKETCH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH PSALM 32. BEATI QUORUM REMISSA SUNT by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE TO THE MARQUIS LA FAYETTE by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD AT BEETHOVEN'S FUNERAL by IGNAZ FRANZ CASTELLI HANG UP HIS HARP; HE'LL WAKE NO MORE by ELIZA COOK LINES PRINTED UNDER THE ENGRAVED PORTRAIT OF MILTON by JOHN DRYDEN |