AH! now farewell, thou sweet and gentle maid, Beside thy simple grave we oft shall mourn; And plant a willow where thy form is laid, And then with flowers the weeping tree adorn. Oft shall we sing thy melancholy tale, When all the shades of evening steal around; And oft assemble by the moonlight pale, To linger near the consecrated ground. And oh! if spirits e'er on earth descend, To hover o'er some chosen hallowed spot; Around thy tomb shall airy bands attend, And humble villagers shall weep thy lot. Ah! fair departed maid, thy placid mind Was calm in sorrow, and to Heaven resigned. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEETING AND PASSING by ROBERT FROST OLD IRONSIDES by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES BEAVER BROOK by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL LITTLE GIFFEN by FRANCIS ORRERY TICKNOR CARELESS LINES ON LABOUR by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 33. AL-HALIM by EDWIN ARNOLD |