BREAK not his sweet repose -- Thou whom chance brings to this sequestered ground, The sacred yard his ashes close, But go thy way in silence; here no sound Is ever heard but from the murmuring pines, Answering the sea's near murmur; Nor ever here comes rumor Of anxious world or war's foregathering signs. The bleaching flag, the faded wreath, Mark the dead soldier's dust beneath, And show the death he chose; Forgotten save by her who weeps alone, And wrote his fameless name on this low stone: Break not his sweet repose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLORINDA AND DAMON by ANDREW MARVELL LINES TO SAMUEL ROGERS IN WALES ON EVE OF BASTILLE DAY 1791 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD AFTER CHURCH by SAMUEL ALFRED BEADLE JUDGES: SONG OF DEBORAH; FRAGMENTS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE AT THE LAST by RICHARD DODDRIDGE BLACKMORE CAELIA: SONNETS: 14 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |