WHAT shall her silence keep Under the sun? Here, where the willows weep And waters run; Here, where she lies asleep, And all is done. Lights, when the tree-top swings; Scents that are sown; Sounds of the wood-bird's wings; And the bee's drone: These be her comfortings Under the stone. What shall watch o'er her here When day is fled? Here, when the night is near And skies are red; Here, where she lieth dear And young and dead. Shadows, and winds that spill Dew, and the tune Of the wild whippoorwill, And the white moon, -- These be the watchers still Over her stone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WALL STREET PIT, MAY, 1901 by EDWIN MARKHAM THALATTA! THALATTA!; CRY OF THE TEN THOUSAND by JOSEPH BROWNLEE BROWN SONNET: 110 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE PASSAGE TO INDIA by WALT WHITMAN ANOTHER REAPER by WILLIAM H. ARMSTRONG III |