YOUNG girls wear flowers, Young brides a flowery wreath, But next we plant them In garden plots of death. Whose lot is best -- The maiden's curtained rest, Or bride's whose hoped-for sweet May yet outstrip her feet? Ah what are such as these To death's sufficing ease? He sleeps indeed who sleeps in peace Where night and morning meet. Dear are the blossoms For bride's or maiden's head, But dearer planted Around our blessed dead. Those mind us of decay And joys that fade away; These preach to us perfection, Long love and resurrection. We make our graveyards fair, For spirit-like birds of air, For Angels may be finding there Lost Eden's own delection. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: THE ROAD TO BUFFALO by KAREN SWENSON THE PLAINT OF THE CAMEL by CHARLES EDWARD CARRYL AUTUMN MORNING AT CAMBRIDGE by FRANCES CROFTS DARWIN CORNFORD THE WHITE CASCADE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES AUTUMN MALADE by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE SONG IN THE NIGHT by OTTO JULIUS BIERBAUM |