I have mounded the corpse of my sorrow And wreathed it with roses fair That none who may pass on the morrow May know what lies buried there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TEMPTRESS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TO OUR MOCKING-BIRD; DIED OF A CAT, MAY, 1878 by SIDNEY LANIER THE DESIRE OF NATIONS by EDWIN MARKHAM DRAW THE SWORD, O REPUBLIC by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |