I never shall forget that night -- Mid-April, four years gone: Nor how your eyes were bright, too bright, And how the pavement shone. @3Death on you now, death on your brow, Death on your eyes so fair, Death with his thin shadow hands Combing out your hair.@1 O eyes long shut and lip to lip Fastened no more to sing: Old winter turned you in his grip And icy blew your spring. Old winter had you be the throat You could not speak to me Save in a low and whispered note As through a shell the sea. @3Death on you now, death on your brow, Death on your eyes so fair, Death with his thin shadow hands Combing out your hair.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CALYPSO WATCHING THE OCEAN by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 21. REQUIEM by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE CHARGE OF THE HEAVY BRIGADE AT BALACLAVA: THE CHARGE by ALFRED TENNYSON ON THE NEW YEAR by JANE BOWDLER ENTERTAINMENT GIVEN BY LORD KNOWLES: SONG BY THE GARDNER'S BOY AND MAN by THOMAS CAMPION SECOND BOOK OF AIRS: TO THE READER by THOMAS CAMPION |