Lo! where this silent marble weeps, A Friend, a wife, a mother sleeps: A heart, within whose sacred cell The peaceful virtues lov'd to dwell. Affection warm, and faith sincere. And soft humanity were there. In agony, in death, resign'd, She felt the wound she left behind, Her infant image here below, Sits smiling on a father's woe: Whom what awaits, while yet he strays Along the lonely vale of days? A pang, to secret sorrow dear; A sigh; an unavailing tear; Till time shall every grief remove, With life, with memory, and with love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AND THEY OBEY by CARL SANDBURG EROS (1) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON PANDOSTO, THE TRIUMPH OF TIME: IN PRAISE OF HIS BEST-BELOVED FAWNIA by ROBERT GREENE MANHATTAN ARMING by WALT WHITMAN SHIRK OR WORK? by GRACE BORDELON AGATE BETWEEN WAND AND WELT by MARGARET AHO SONNET by THEODORE AGRIPPA D' AUBIGNE |