Gone to his rest Bright little Bouby! Build green his nest Where sun and dew be. Nor snails molest A cheerful sage, Simple, light-hearted: In ripe old age He had departed Andf tak'n his wage. Dear for himself; Dear for another Past price of pelf - (Ah, Dearest Mother!) - Song-singing elf. O daisies, grow Lightly above him, Strike root, aand below: For some who love him Would have it so. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARMAGEDDON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DESIRE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MY BOY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SUPREME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A SEA-SHORE GRAVE by SIDNEY LANIER |