Islet on the lake's calm bosom, In thy breast rich treasures lie; Heroes! there your bones shall moulder, But your fame shall never die. Islet on the lake's calm bosom, Sleep serenely in thy bed; Brightest gem our waves can boast, Guardian angel of the dead! Calm upon the waves recline, Till great Nature's reign is o'er; Until old and swift-winged time Sinks, and order is no more. Then thy guardianship shall cease, Then shall rock thy aged bed; And when Heaven's last trump shall sound, Thou shalt yield thy noble dead! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TONE PICTURE (MALIPIERO: IMPRESSONI DAL VERO) by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER THE LITTLE ELF-MAN by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS RESOLUTION OF DEPENDENCE by GEORGE BARKER DAYS TOO SHORT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES WERE I BUT HIS OWN WIFE by ELLEN MARY PATRICK DOWNING PARTED by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ENGLAND'S DEAD by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS |