"Specks, tiny specks, in this translucent amber: Your leave, bride-roses, may one pry and see? How odd! a dainty little skeleton-chamber; And -- odder yet -- sealed walls but windows be! Death's open secret. -- Well, we are; And here comes the jolly angel with the jar!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SLEEP by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH STANZAS IN MEMORY OF THE AUTHOR OF OBERMANN by MATTHEW ARNOLD WELCOME by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) LINES SUGGESTED BY A LATE OCCURRENCE by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE CANTERBURY TALES: PROLOGUE TO SECOND NUN'S TALE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER GLYCINE'S SONG, FR. ZAPOLYA by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THREE WHITE BIRDS OF ANGUS by ELEANOR ROGERS COX POSTHUMOUS TALES: TALE 22. PREACHING AND PRACTICE by GEORGE CRABBE |