LET be at last; give over words and sighing, Vainly were all things said: Better at last to find a place for lying, Only dead. Silence were best, with songs and sighing over; Now be the music mute; Now let the dead, red leaves of autumn cover A vain lute. Silence is best: for ever and for ever, We will go down and sleep, Somewhere beyond her ken, where she need never Come to weep. Let be at last: colder she grows and colder; Sleep and the night were best; Lying at last where we can not behold her, We may rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: FATHER WHIMSETT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WHAT I LIVE FOR by GEORGE LINNAEUS BANKS ODE FOR THE BURIAL OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE BRIDGE: PROEM. TO BROOKLYN BRIDGE by HAROLD HART CRANE A SMUGGLER'S SONG by RUDYARD KIPLING |