AH, not in forest, nor moorlands sun-lighted, Lay me to rest when from clay disunited; Nor, step in rank and file aye keeping, Will I march on to my long sleeping. In waves, in the waves, mid their cool, soft flow, Ah, lower me down: I shall rest there, I know. Not e'en a flower I need of your giving, I'll have in death nothing denied to me living; Nor singing, nor praying, nor church-bells ringing, Need ye come to my soul as off'ring bringing: The waves surging high 'll be my funeral knell, -- In waves, in the waves, there shall I rest well. No one for me will here be sore grieving, Below mid the fishes fond kisses receiving, With nixies in songs their fond love expressing, While my rigid limbs so softly caressing; Forever cooled my heart's passionate glow, -- In waves, in the waves, I shall rest there, I know. And when the Trump of Doom its blast is sending, I need not toil, rocks and turf o'er me rending; But while the water's arms are gently raising Me, join at once in songs of thanks and praising. In waves, in the waves, mid their cool, soft flow, Oh, lower me down! I shall rest there, I know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROBIN REDBREAST by MOTHER GOOSE THE CONTRAST; THE STORMY SIDE by LEVI BISHOP MY TOCHER'S THE JEWEL by ROBERT BURNS BALLAD TO THE TUNE - 'I'LL TELL THEE, DICK, THAT I HAVE BEEN' by PATRICK CAREY SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 117 by BLISS CARMAN A DREAME OF ELYSIUM by ABRAHAM COWLEY |