Long may the sandstone Cherubs keep The vault where your dead Kinsmen sleep In Holyrood Churchyard! With Masses said and candles burned, In Consecrated Ground well earned, While the mild moon-faced Cherubs guard, It's well the Kinsmen sleep! If in their dour Eternity They dance to Harp and Psaltery, @3You@1 seek some livelier floor! These were no dancing breed, your Kin, But pious goodly merchant men! And you, the Changeling, set no store By Harp and Psaltery! Howbeit though, should Peter choose To let you, wearing dancing shoes, Tripping on blithe wee feet, In lilac frock, cut shocking low, To your Reward you'd dancing go! Among the astounded Saints (you Sweet!) In red-heeled dancing shoes! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REMINISCENCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH I COME SINGING by JOSEPH AUSLANDER SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 4. THE OLD VALLEY by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) INLAND SEA by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN IN THE KING'S ENGLISH by BERTON BRALEY SECOND BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 9 by THOMAS CAMPION TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. AS TO YOU O MOON by EDWARD CARPENTER |