The bier descends, the spotless roses too, The father's tribute in his saddest hour: O Earth! that bore them both, thou hast thy due, -- The fair young girl and flower. Give them not back unto a world again, Where mourning, grief, and agony have power, -- Where winds destroy, and suns malignant reign, -- That fair young girl and flower. Lightly thou sleepest, young Eliza, now, Nor fear'st the burning heat, nor chilling shower; They both have perished in their morning glow, -- The fair young girl and flower. But he, thy sire, whose furrowed brow is pale, Bends, lost in sorrow, o'er thy funeral bower, And time the old oak's roots doth now assail, O fair young girl and flower! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: BATTERIES OUT OF AMMUNITION by RUDYARD KIPLING FOR A DEAD LADY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SONNET: 129 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE INVITES HIS NYMPH TO HIS COTTAGE by PHILIP AYRES |