TO these, whom death again did wed This grave 's the second marriage-bed. For though the hand of Fate could force 'Twixt soul and body a divorce, It could not sever man and wife, Because they both lived but one life. Peace, good reader, do not weep; Peace, the lovers are asleep. They, sweet turtles, folded lie In the last knot that love could tie. Let them sleep, let them sleep on, Till the stormy night be gone, And the eternal morrow dawn; Then the curtains will be drawn, And they wake into a light Whose day shall never die in night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO BE CLOSELY WRITTEN ON A SMALL PIECE OF PAPER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS ON THE ROAD by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR BOSTON COMMON: 1869 by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES WITH MY FANCY by KONSTANTIN DMITRIYEVICH BALMONT TO IRON-FOUNDERS AND OTHERS by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |