BEHOLD, the grave of a wicked man, And near it, a stern spirit. There came a drooping maid with violets, But the spirit grasped her arm. "No flowers for him," he said. The maid wept: "Ah, I loved him." But the spirit, grim and frowning: "No flowers for him." Now, this is it -- If the spirit was just, Why did the maid weep? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PELTERS OF PYRAMIDS by RICHARD HENGIST (HENRY) HORNE THE YOUNG HOUSEWIFE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS PRINCETON by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN EXPECTATION by GLADYS BRIERLY ASHOUR TO A MATTABASSETT (A CONNECTICUT INDIAN) by WALTER BARDECK THE MURDERED TRAVELLER by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE SOLDIER'S RETURN by ROBERT BURNS |