WHEN you are dead, my dainty dear, And buried 'neath the grass, Will something of you linger near, And know me if I pass? Last night you wore a wild, sweet rose, To match your sweet, wild grace -- The only flower on earth that grows I liken to your face. I would that I that rose had been, To bloom upon your breast! One golden hour I should have seen -- What matter for the rest? To-day you will not grant my prayer, Or listen while I plead -- But when you dwell alone, down there, It may be you will heed; And then your silent heart will stir With some divine, sweet thrill, To know that I, your worshipper, Through death am faithful still; And something of you, lingering near, May bless me if I pass -- When you are dead, my dainty dear, And buried 'neath the grass. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STANZAS TO THE PO by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE GARDEN SEAT by THOMAS HARDY CARILLON by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE BIGLOW PAPERS: 6. THE PIOUS EDITOR'S CREED by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL SHADOWS IN THE WATER by THOMAS TRAHERNE CARELESS LINES ON LABOUR by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS TRAVELOGUE by EVA K. ANGLESBURG NUPTIAL ODE ON THE MARRIAGE OF HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCE OF WALES by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |