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...AFTER TWO YEARS by RICHARD ALDINGTON NORTH WINTER by HAYDEN CARRUTH A BIT OF SKY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO NANNETTE FALK-AUERBACH by SIDNEY LANIER HONEY DRIPPER by CLARENCE MAJOR IF HE SHOULD COME by EDWIN MARKHAM THE HEART'S RETURN by EDWIN MARKHAM |