BREAK not his sweet repose -- Thou whom chance brings to this sequestered ground, The sacred yard his ashes close, But go thy way in silence; here no sound Is ever heard but from the murmuring pines, Answering the sea's near murmur; Nor ever here comes rumor Of anxious world or war's foregathering signs. The bleaching flag, the faded wreath, Mark the dead soldier's dust beneath, And show the death he chose; Forgotten save by her who weeps alone, And wrote his fameless name on this low stone: Break not his sweet repose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY AIN COUNTRIE by MARY LEE DEMAREST THE SMACK IN SCHOOL by WILLIAM PITT PALMER BRIDAL BALLAD by EDGAR ALLAN POE EVEN SO by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI AN EVENING LULL by WALT WHITMAN THE TRANSLATED WAY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS IN EMULATION OF MR. COWLEYS POEM CALL'D THE MOTTO by MARY ASTELL |