OH! snatch'd away in beauty's bloom, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; But on thy turf shall roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom: And oft by you blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread; Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead! Away! we know that tears are vain, That death nor heeds nor hears distress: Will this unteach us to complain? Or make one mourner weep the less? And thou -- who tell'st me to forget, Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE DEATH OF BENJAMIN FRANKLIN by PHILIP FRENEAU THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW IN HONOR OF TAFFY TOPAZ by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY SONNET FOR A PICTURE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE SILEX SCINTIALLANS: THEY ARE ALL GONE by HENRY VAUGHAN TO A SKYLARK (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH MIRTH by EDITH COURTENAY BABBITT LINES ON THE DEATH OF PHILIP MEADOWS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |