SLOWLY and softly let the music go, As ye wind upwards to the gray church tower; Check the shrill hautboy, let the pipe breathe low -- Tread lightly on the pathside daisy flower. For she ye carry was a gentle bud, Loved by the unsunn'd drops of silver dew; Her voice was like the whisper of the wood In prime of even, when the stars are few. Lay her all gently in the flowerful mould, Weep with her one brief hour; then turn away, -- Go to hope's prison, -- and from out the cold And solitary gratings many a day Look forth: 'tis said the world is growing old, -- And streaks of orient light in Time's horizon play. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STORMING OF STONY POINT [JULY 16, 1779] by ARTHUR GUITERMAN THE MODERN TIPPLING PHILOSOPHERS by JAMES HAY BEATTIE S. GREGORIE NAZIANZEN by JOSEPH BEAUMONT A LAMENT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES DER TAG: NELSON AND BEATTY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES UNDER THE TREES by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY TO A SULPHUR-CRESTED COCKATOO by MARY NICHOL CAMPBELL SONNETS ON EMINENT CHARACTERS: 11. TO RICHARD SHERIDAN by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |