To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And ritle all the breathing Spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove: But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No withered witch shall here be seen; No goblins lead their nightly crew: The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew! The red-breast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid; With hoary moss, and gathered flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid. When howling winds, and beating rain, In tempests shake the sylvan cell; Or 'midst the chase on every plain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell. Each lonely scene shall thee restore, For thee the tear be duly shed; Beloved till life can charm no more, And mourned, till Pity's self be dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASIAN BIRDS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE SHIPWRECK, SELECTION by WILLIAM FALCONER SONNET TO A NEGRO IN HARLEM by HELENE JOHNSON THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 19. SILENT NOON by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE WIFE'S TREASURE by SABINE BARING-GOULD |