Make there my tomb, beneath the lime-tree's shade, Where grass and flowers in wild luxuriance wave; Let no memorial mark where I am laid, Or point to common eyes the lover's grave! But oft at twilight morn, or closing day, The faithful friend with falt'ring step shall glide, Tributes of fond regret by stealth to pay, And sigh o'er the unhappy suicide! And sometimes, when the sun with parting rays Gilds the long grass that hides my silent bed, The tears shall tremble in my CHARLOTTE'S eyes; Dear, precious drops! -- they shall embalm the dead! Yes -- CHARLOTTE o'er the mournful spot shall weep, Where her poor WERTER -- and his sorrows sleep! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO W.P.: 2 by GEORGE SANTAYANA POOR MAILIE'S ELEGY by ROBERT BURNS LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 2. FINLAY by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM CURIOUSLY EVANESCENT by EVA K. ANGLESBURG ANIMALS, AND THEIR COUNTRIES by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD OF SIR PHILIP SIDNEY by JOHN BEAUMONT THE UNKNOWN WOMAN by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK |