But borne, and like a short Delight, I glided by my Parents sight. That done, the harder Fates deny'd My longer stay, and so I dy'd. If pittying my sad Parents Teares, You'l spil a tear, or two with theirs: And with some flowrs my grave bestrew, Love and they'l thank you for't. Adieu. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AWAKENING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE ECHOING GREEN, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE SLAVE MOTHER by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER THE CHURCH OF A DREAM; TO BERNHARD BERENSON by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON BALL'S BLUFF; A REVERIE by HERMAN MELVILLE BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER by WALLACE RICE A TRIP TO PARIS AND BELGIUM: 16. ANTWERP TO GHENT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |