THEY grew in beauty side by side, They filled one home with glee; Their graves are severed far and wide, By mount, and stream, and sea. The same fond mother bent at night O'er each fair sleeping brow: She had each folded flower in sight -- Where are those dreamers now? One, midst the forest of the West, By a dark stream is laid -- The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar-shade. The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one -- He lies where pearls lie deep; He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep. One sleeps where southern vines are drest Above the noble slain: He wrapt his colors round his breast On a blood-red field of Spain. And one -- o'er her the myrtle showers Its leaves, by soft winds fanned; She faded midst Italian flowers -- The last of that bright band, And parted thus they rest, who played Beneath the same green tree; Whose voices mingled as they prayed Around one parent knee! They that with smiles lit up the hall, And cheered with song the hearth! -- Alas, for love! if thou wert all, And naught beyond, O Earth! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVELIGHT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A,B,C by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY IMAGINATION, FR. A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE GROVER CLEVELAND by JOEL BENTON BROADWAY by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER |