I have no graves to decorate on this day The graves of my dear dead ones are too far away In the ocean they are hidden And their passage is forbidden So all that I can do for them is weep and pray. On Memorial Day I go to some distant shore There I sit and listen to the ocean roar And while my tears are falling I hear a sad voice calling Help! O save me from the death that I abhor. But help was far beyond my power The waves were rising high as Babel's tower All I could do was cry While I watched my loved ones die Beneath the waves—the graves where I can place no flower. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. MERRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LEAVING THE HARBOR by LOUIS UNTERMEYER WITH A COPY OF HERRICK by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE A CHRISTMAS CAROL by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND RING FROM THE RIM OF THE GLASS, BOYS by JOHN CLINTON ANTHONY THE LUMINOUS HANDS OF GOD by ELEANOR WARFIELD KENLY BACON |