PRAY who lies here? why don't you know, 'Tis stammering, staggering, boozy Joe; What dead at last? I thought that death Could never stop his long long breath. True, death ne'er threw his dart at him, But kill'd, like David, with a sling: Whether he's gone we do not know, With spirits above or spirits below: -- But, if he former taste inherits, He's quaffing in a world of spirits. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE MEMORY OF INEZ MILHOLLAND by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON INFANT SORROW, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE OUR COUNTRY'S CALL by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT EPITAPH (ON A COMMONPLACE PERSON WHO DIED IN BED) by AMY LEVY EDWIN MORRIS; OR, THE LAKE by ALFRED TENNYSON SHELLEY'S DEATH by ALFRED AUSTIN |