Do you hear the low winds singing, And streams singing on their bed? -- Very distant bells are ringing In a chapel for the dead: -- Death-pale better than life-red. Mother, come to me in rest, And bring little May to see. -- Shall I bid no other guest? -- Seven slow nights have passed away Over my forgotten clay: None must come save you and she. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CINQUAIN: NOVEMBER NIGHT by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY LAYS OF FRANCE: SONG (2) by MARIE DE FRANCE THE HOUSE-TOP; A NIGHT PIECE by HERMAN MELVILLE THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 17 by OMAR KHAYYAM BEDOUIN [LOVE] SONG by BAYARD TAYLOR SONNET: GHOSTS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |