TRAVELLER, regret me not; for thou shalt find Just cause of sorrow none in my decease, Who, dying, children's children left behind, And with one wife lived many a year in peace: Three virtuous youths espoused my daughters three, And oft their infants in my bosom lay, Nor saw I one, of all derived from me, Touched with disease, or torn by death away. Their duteous hands my funeral rites bestowed, And me, by blameless manners fitted well To seek it, sent to the serene abode Where shades of pious men for ever dwell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EARTH-CHILD IN THE GRASS by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: FLETCHER MCGEE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SONATA IN PATHOS by CONRAD AIKEN CONTRA MORTEM: THE NOTHING II by HAYDEN CARRUTH JOHNNY SPAIN'S WHITE HEIFER by HAYDEN CARRUTH |