O, BREATHE not his name! let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonored his relics are laid; Sad, silent, and dark be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grave o'er his head. But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps; And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WAR SONG TO ENGLISHMEN by WILLIAM BLAKE LUCASIA, ROSANIA, AND ORINDA PARTING AT A FOUNTAIN by KATHERINE PHILIPS GIRL TO SOLDIER ON LEAVE by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE QUEEN FORGETS by GEORGE STERLING CRICKET ON THE HEARTH by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER THE LOON by ELEANOR STIMSON BROOKS A VERSE ON HIGHLAND HOSPITALITY by ROBERT BURNS |