"Beneath, a sleeping infant lies; To earth whose ashes lent, More glorious shall hereafter rise, Though not more innocent. When the archangel's trump shall blow, And souls and bodies join, What crowds will wish their lives below Had been as short as thine." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COUNTESS CATHLEEN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS AN EPITAPH UPON HUSBAND AND WIFE WHO DIED AND WERE BURIED by RICHARD CRASHAW THE V-A-S-E by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE ON BURNING A DULL POEM; WRITTEN IN 1729 by JONATHAN SWIFT |