I have come to bury Love I shall bury my weary Love Beneath a tree, Beneath a tree, In the forest tall and black In the forest tall and black Where none can see Where none can see. I shall put no flowers at his head, Nor stone at his feet, I shall put no flowers at his head, For the mouth I loved so much Nor stone at his feet, Was bittersweet. For the mouth I loved so much I shall go no more to his grave, Was bittersweet. For the woods are cold. I shall gather as much of joy I shall go no more to his grave, As my hands can hold. For the woods are cold. I shall stay all day in the sun I shall gather as much of joy Where the wide winds blow, As my hands can hold. But oh, I shall cry at night When none will know. I shall stay all day in the sun Where the wide winds blow, But oh, I shall weep at night When none will know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GERONTION by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT GOOD-BY AND KEEP COLD by ROBERT FROST PALINGENESIS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW AT BETHLEHEM: 3. TO HIS MOTHER by JOHN BANISTER TABB SONNET: TO A CRITIC by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON PARLEYINGS WITH CERTAIN PEOPLE OF IMPORTANCE: FUST AND FRIENDS by ROBERT BROWNING MEDITATIONS FOR EVERY DAY IN PASSION WEEK: WEDNESDAY by JOHN BYROM |