Gone to his rest Bright little Bouby! Build green his nest Where sun and dew be. Nor snails molest A cheerful sage, Simple, light-hearted: In ripe old age He had departed Andf tak'n his wage. Dear for himself; Dear for another Past price of pelf - (Ah, Dearest Mother!) - Song-singing elf. O daisies, grow Lightly above him, Strike root, aand below: For some who love him Would have it so. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DAFFY-DOWN-DILLY [OR, DAFFYDOWNDILLY] by MOTHER GOOSE VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1876 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HAPPY WARRIOR by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH PROEM by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH EPILOGUE TO LESSING'S LAOCOON by MATTHEW ARNOLD SWORD AND BUCKLER; OR, SERVING-MAN'S DEFENCE: TO THE READER by WILLIAM BASSE LOOKING DOWNWARDS by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE WEAVER by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 100. AGE: 1 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |