Here lies Wise and Valiant Dust Huddled up 'twixt Fit and Just: STRAFFORD, who was hurried hence 'Twixt Treason and Convenience. He spent his Time here in a Mist; A Papist, yet a Calvinist. His Princes nearest Joy, and Grief, He had, yet wanted all Relief; The Prop and Ruin of the State; The People's violent Love and Hate; One in extremes loved and abhorred. Riddles lie here; or in a word, Here lies Blood; and let it lie Speechless still, and never cry. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VENUS IN A GARDEN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE BLIND by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IS YOUR TOWN NINEVEH? by MARIANNE MOORE THE WHITE LIGHTS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON FACADE: 22. ALONE by EDITH SITWELL |