The wandering, wise, outcast sons Of Pharaoh, the dark roofless ones, Taught me this wisdom: If Death come, And take thy dear one, be thou dumb, Nor gratify with suppliant breath The attentive insolence of Death. Suffer thy dear one to depart In silence; silent in thy heart, From this forth, be thy dear one's name. So I, that would not put to shame So dear a memory dead, repeat No more the sweet name once too sweet, Nor, from that buried name, remove The haughty silence of my love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WORD OF AN ENGINEER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE BLACK COTTAGE by ROBERT FROST THE PIAZZA OF ST. MARK AT MIDNIGHT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH GOODFRYDAY (TO A BASE AND TWO TREBLES) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |