WE shall lodge at the sign of the Grave, you say; Well, the road is a long one we trudge, my friend, So why should we grieve at the break of the day? Let us sing, let us drink, let us love, let us play, -- We can keep our sighs for the journey's end. We shall lodge at the sign o' the Grave, you say; Well, since we are nearing our journey's end, Our hearts should be happy while yet they may: Let us sing, let us drink, let us love, let us play, For perhaps it's a comfortless inn, my friend. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A BUST OF DANTE by THOMAS WILLIAM PARSONS THE CHILD IN A GARDEN by MARIA ABDY DIRGE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ODE ON LORD HAY'S BIRTHDAY by JAMES BEATTIE SOUL, WHEREFORE FRET THEE? by GERTRUDE BLOEDE |