LET no man walk near this tomb, That hath left his grief at home. Here so much of goodness lies, We should not weep tears, but eyes, And grope homeward from this stone Blind for contemplation How to live and die as he. Deane, to thy dear memory With this I would offer more, Could I be secur'd before They should not be frown'd upon At thy resurrection. Yet accept upon thy herse My tears far better than my verse. They may turn to eyes and keep Thy bed untouch'd whilst thou dost sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VISIONS: 4. A ROSE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) THE OLD ARM-CHAIR by ELIZA COOK ECHOES: 4. INVICTUS by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY HOW THE CUMBERLAND WENT DOWN [MARCH 8, 1862] by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL |