I know not why thy beauty should Remind me of the cold, dark grave -- Thou Flower, as fair as Moonlight, when She kissed the mouth of a black Cave. All other Flowers can coax the Bees, All other Flowers are sought but thee: Dost thou remind them all of Death, Sweet Flower, as thou remindest me? Thou seemest like a blessed ghost, So white, so cold, though crowned with gold; Among these glazed Buttercups, And purple Thistles, rough and bold. When I am dead, nor thought of more, Out of all human memory -- Grow you on my forsaken grave, And win for me a stranger's sigh. A day or two the lilies fade; A month, aye less, no friends are seen: Then, claimant to forgotten graves, Share my lost place with the wild green. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMOIR OF A PROUD BOY by CARL SANDBURG THE HAWK by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS WINDSOR FOREST by ALEXANDER POPE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 23. LOVE'S BAUBLES by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE FALL OF JERUSALEM by ALFRED TENNYSON A VINDICATION by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SONNET AGAINST THE DISPRAYSERS OF POETRIE by RICHARD BARNFIELD LOVE AFTER SORROW by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 19 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |