Art thou a widow? Then, my Friend, By this my tomb a moment spend, To breathe a prayer o'er these cold stones Which house-room give to weary bones. And may God grant, when thou so lie, Dust of thy loved one rest near by! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLACK RIDERS: 56 by STEPHEN CRANE MAPLE AND SUMACH by CECIL DAY LEWIS THE BAT by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON THE SLAVE SINGING AT MIDNIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SA-CA-GA-WE-A; THE INDIAN GIRL WHO GUIDED LEWIS AND CLARK by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR |