THE coffin sinks, whereon an opening rose Is laid, a father's melancholy dower, And earth that bore them both doth early close O'er maid and flower. Yet wish them not in this vile world delayed, This grieving world where strife and sorrow lour, Winds break and blight, sunshine doth scorch and fade, Both maid and flower. Then rest! Unworn thy years, so bright and few, By heat and burden of life's noontide hour; Only the glad fresh morning shone for you, Fair maid, sweet flower. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STANZAS TO A LADY, WITH THE POEMS OF CAMOENS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON BARBARA FRIETCHIE [SEPTEMBER 13, 1862] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER UNION SONG by ERNST MORITZ ARNDT REBECCA; WHO SLAMMED DOORS FOR FUN AND PERISHED MISERABLY by HILAIRE BELLOC THE 'MOSES' OF MICHAEL ANGELO by ROBERT BROWNING THE COMPLAINT OF NATURE by MICHAEL BRUCE |