FAIR of face, full of pride, Sit ye down by a dead man's side. Ye sang songs a' the day: Sit down at night in the red worm's way. Proud ye were a' day long: Ye'll be but lean at evensong. Ye had gowd kells on your hair: Nae man kens what ye were. Ye set scorn by the silken stuff: Now the grave is clean enough. Ye set scorn by the rubis ring: Now the worm is a saft sweet thing. Fine gold and blithe fair face, Ye are come to a grimly place. Gold hair and glad grey een, Nae man kens if ye have been. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KARMA by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE MARRIAGE OF GERAINT by ALFRED TENNYSON PSALM 23 by HENRY WILLIAMS BAKER WRITTEN, AT THE REQUEST OF A GENTLEMAN, UNDER A .. PICTURE by RICHARD BARNFIELD SORDELLO: BOOK 4 by ROBERT BROWNING |