GRAVE by grave and cross by cross, Here are row upon row, Where, in my heart's garden wide, Flowers bright I oft strow. But amid them lay one space, For a long time left free, Where, upon a golden bush, My dear love might throned be. But to-day the tempest fierce Hath with chilling blast come. Tearless have I now borne forth Love unto its last home. Tremble not, thou feeble hand, Coward heart upholding; Firmly grasp the winding-sheet, Thy life's love enfolding! Dig thou deep, -- then will no ear Catch the low lamenting, Which might other sleepers rouse, Their repose preventing. Slumber there, O love and joy! Hoot on, boding horned owl! Henceforth I shall shrink no more, -- All the rows are now full. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THAT KIND OF POEM' by KAREN SWENSON PSALM 104: THE MAJESTY AND MERCY OF GOD by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE PLAINT OF THE CAMEL by CHARLES EDWARD CARRYL JABBERWOCKY by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON ECCLESIASTICAL SONNETS: PART 3: 5. WALTON'S BOOK OF LIVE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |