What can death send me that you have not? You gathered violets, you spoke: "your hair is not less black nor less fragrant, nor in your eyes is less light, your hair is not less sweet with purple in the life of locks;" why were those slight words and the violets you gathered of such worth? How I envy you death; what could death bring, more black, more set with sparks to slay, to affright, than the memory of those first violets, the chance lift of your voice, the chance blinding frenzy as you bent? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WERE I BUT HIS OWN WIFE by ELLEN MARY PATRICK DOWNING A HERO OF SAN JUAN HILL by OLIVA WARD BUSH COUNTRY FELLOWS AND THE ASS; ABSURDITY OF ATTEMPTING TO PLEASE ALL MEN by JOHN BYROM LINES WRITTEN ON VISITING A SCENE IN ARGYLESHIRE by THOMAS CAMPBELL A NIGHT ON THE MOUNTAIN by CH'ANG CHIEN |