How swiftly it dries, The dew on the garlic-leaf. The dew that dries so fast To-morrow will fall again. But he whom we carry to the grave Will never more return. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PROMISE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ON A PALMETTO by SIDNEY LANIER CHARLES CARVILLE'S EYES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |