WITHIN the forest shades to live and die, Oh, fair fate sent! The flowers our bed, the soft green grass our grave And monument. Bright dragon-flies gleam through the solemn dusk Like precious gems, And ivy twines about the lofty elms Its clasping stems. The tree tops rustling in the evening breeze Sweet songs sing low, And from the lofty boughs the dew-drops wet Leafage below. How blest to lie there shut in sweet repose, From sorrow deep, And with closed lids, enwrapped in happy dreams, Forever sleep! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A PORTRAIT OF WORDSWORTH BY B.R. HAYDON by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING WAR IS KIND: 21 by STEPHEN CRANE TO HELEN (2) by EDGAR ALLAN POE HERE LIES A LADY by JOHN CROWE RANSOM LUKE HAVERGAL by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON FALLING ASLEEP by SIEGFRIED SASSOON |