When the grass shall cover me, Head to foot where I am lying, Dead the voice that answered crying, And the eye that watched to see. Long the sunlight's downward slant Where my lengthening shade was thrown, Long the wind's low monotone Whispering what I cannot want. Let it come, the day of rest, When the woods are green above me, And the robin and the dove me In my grave the greensward press. All unhearing I shall lie, All unmindful I shall be, When the skies are bright and free, And the sun is in the sky. Bury me where roses blow, Where the resurrection lilies Rise in fragrant swells and fills Where the shaded violets grow. There, the drowsy bee may come When the golden day is glowing, And the sunset's amber showing Fades to darkness and to gloom. There, the moonbeam pale and white May make haunting tryst with shadow, When the solemn stars are low, And the dew is on the night. Thus my dust to dust may go, Where the brook may ripple by me, And the willow bend above me When the grass shall cover me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LINE-STORM SONG by ROBERT FROST SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 110 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE PRINCESS: SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON TO A COMMON PROSTITUTE by WALT WHITMAN THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 1 by MARK AKENSIDE THE STRAYED REVELLER by MATTHEW ARNOLD |