SOMETIME, it may be, you and I In some deserted yard will lie Where Memory fades away; Caring no more for Love his dreams, Busy with new and alien themes, The saints and sages say. But let our graves be side by side, So idlers may at evening tide Pause there a moment's space: " Ah, they were lovers who lie here; Else why these low graves laid so near, In this forgotten place?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PROLONGED SONNET: WHEN THE TROOPS WERE RETURNING FROM MILAN by NICCOLO DEGLI ALBIZZI BY THE POTOMAC by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ON THE DEATH OF JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK BLACK AND BLUE EYES by THOMAS MOORE THE CORAL GROVE by JAMES GATES PERCIVAL WITH A GUITAR, TO JANE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY FANCIES AT NAVESINK: 2 by WALT WHITMAN POEM FOR PICTURE: TO AN OIL PAINTING BY WINSLOW HOMER (DRIFTWOOD) by FRANK ANKENBRAND JR. |