THE numbers old and evil, The dreams so harrowing, Let's bury all together, -- A mighty coffin bring! I'll place there much, but say not What 'tis, till all is done; The coffin must be larger Than Heidelberg's vast tun. And also bring a death-bier, Of boards full stout and sound; They also must be longer Than Mayence bridge renown'd. And also bring twelve giants Whose strength of limb excels Saint Christopher's, whose shrine in Cologne Cathedral dwells. The coffin they must carry, And sink beneath the wave; For such a mighty coffin Must have a mighty grave. Why was the coffin, tell me, So great and hard to move? I in it placed my sorrows, And in it placed my love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LIGHT'OOD FIRE by JOHN HENRY BONER IN THE GARDEN (1) by EMILY DICKINSON THE ARAB TO HIS FAVORITE STEED by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON CANE: NOVEMBER COTTON FLOWER by JEAN TOOMER DAVIDS ELEGIE UPON JONATHAN by JOSEPH BEAUMONT ADDRESS TO HIS NATIVE VALE by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE END OF LOVE by EDWARD CARPENTER |