We needs must be divided in the tomb, For I would die among the hills of Spain, And o'er the treeless melancholy plain Await the coming of the final gloom. But thou -- O pitiful! --wilt find scant room Among thy kindred by the northern main, And fade into the drifting mist again, The hemlocks' shadow, or the pines perfume. Let gallants lie beside their ladies' dust In one cold grave, with mortal love inurned; Let the sea part our ashes, if it must. The souls fled thence which love immortal burned, For they were wedded without bond of lust, And nothing of our heart ot earth returned. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A RENUNCIATION by EDWARD DE VERE THE SUPPLIANT by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE A FOREIGN RULER by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE SHIPMAN'S TALE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH JIM'S WHISTLE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |