LITTLE mistress mine, good-bye! I have been your sparrow true; Dig my grave, for I must die. Waste no tear and heave no sigh; Life should still be blithe for you, Little mistress mine, good-bye! In your garden let me lie, Underneath the pointed yew Dig my grave, for I must die. We have loved the quiet sky With its tender arch of blue; Little mistress mine, good-bye! That I still may feel you nigh, In your virgin bosom, too, Dig my grave, for I must die. Let our garden friends that fly Be the mourners, fit and few. Little mistress mine, good-bye! Dig my grave, for I must die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SAILOR TO HIS PARROT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES SONGS WITH PRELUDES: REGRET by JEAN INGELOW SHERIDAN AT CEDAR CREEK by HERMAN MELVILLE OVER THE RIVER by NANCY WOODBURY PRIEST FITZ-GREENE HALLECK, AT THE UNVEILING OF HIS STATUE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER INTRODUCTORY AND VALEDICTORY by LEVI BISHOP SONNET: 8. TO THE RIVER ITCHIN, NEAR WINTON by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 36 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |