For me, my friend, no grave-side vigil keep With tears that memory and remorse might fill; Give me your tenderest laughter earth-bound still, And when I die you shall not want to weep. No epitaph for me with virtues deep Punctured in marble pitiless and chill: But when play time is over, if you will, The songs that soothe beloved babes to sleep. No lenten lilies on my breast and brow Be laid when I am silent; roses red, And golden roses bring me here instead, That if you love or bear me I may know; I may not know, nor care, when I am dead Give me your songs, and flowers, and laughter now. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AMERICAN FLAG by JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE TENEBRIS by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE THE MAN WITH THE HOE by EDWIN MARKHAM BARS FIGHT, AUGUST 28, 1746 by LUCY TERRY AT PARTING by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS MEAPLE LEAVES BE YOLLOW by WILLIAM BARNES |