I laid my vesture by Upon this spot, And here returning, I Behold it not. Dost thou, O earth, resume The relics of the tomb? Whereto the earth replies: "Be not afraid; Safe in my keeping lies What here was laid: A thousand forms refine What shall again be thine." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO JOHN KEATS, POET, AT SPRING TIME by COUNTEE CULLEN LINES COMPOSED A FEW MILES ABOVE TINTERN ABBEY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 8. AMORET by MARK AKENSIDE MY LETTERS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM FAUN by ANGELO PHILIP BERTOCCI ON H----YS FRIENDSHIP by WILLIAM BLAKE |