HERE in this leafy place, Quiet he lies, Cold, with his sightless face Turned to the skies; 'T is but another dead! -- All you can say is said. Carry his body hence, -- Kings must have slaves; Kings climb to eminence Over men's graves. So this man's eye is dim; -- Throw the earth over him. What was the white you touched, There at his side? Paper his hand had clutched Tight ere he died; Message or wish, may be: -- Smooth out the folds and see. Hardly the worst of us Here could have smiled! -- Only the tremulous Words of a child: -- Prattle, that had for stops Just a few ruddy drops. Look. She is sad to miss, Morning and night, His -- her dead father's -- kiss, Tries to be bright, Good to mamma, and sweet. That is all. "Marguerite." Ah, if beside the dead Slumbered the pain! Ah, if the hearts that bled Slept with the slain! If the grief died! -- But no: -- Death will not have it so. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. CHARLES BLISS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SLANTS AT BUFFALO, NEW YORK by CARL SANDBURG HIS LADY'S HAND by THOMAS WYATT TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: THE LEGEND OF RABBI BEN LEVY by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW HEAUTONTIMOROUMENOS by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE PSALM 71 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 9 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT IN MEMORIAM: J. MACMEIKIN; DIED APRIL 1883 by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |