O, BREATHE not his name! let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonored his relics are laid; Sad, silent, and dark be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grave o'er his head. But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps; And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WOMEN AND ROSES by ROBERT BROWNING I DO NOT LOVE THEE by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON IMPRESSION DU MATIN by OSCAR WILDE MOCK EPITAPH ON MR. AND MRS. ESTLIN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE SHEPHERD O' THE FARM by WILLIAM BARNES THE WANDERER: 3. IN ENGLAND: THE FOUNT OF TRUTH by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON LIMERICK by ROBERT JONES BURDETTE |