Underneath this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse: Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother. Death, ere thou hast slain another Fair and learn'd and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee. Marble piles let no man raise To her name; for after days Some kind woman born as she Reading this, like Niobe Shall turn marble, and become Both her mourner and her tomb. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TOMB AT AKR CAAR by EZRA POUND BALLADE MADE FOR HIS MOTHER THAT SHE MIGHTE PRAYE by FRANCOIS VILLON FALSE FRIENDS-LIKE by WILLIAM BARNES A TRAGIC STORY by ADELBERT VON CHAMISSO ALONE (2) by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE WITCHCRAFT BY A PICTURE by JOHN DONNE |