AROUND the tomb, O Bard divine! Where soft thy hallow'd brow reposes, Long may the deathless ivy twine, And summer pour her waste of roses! And many a fount shall there distil, And many a rill refresh the flowers; But wine shall gush in every rill, And every fount be milky showers. Thus, shade of him, whom Nature taught To tune his lyre and soul to pleasure, Who gave to love his warmest thought, Who gave to love his fondest measure! Thus, after death, if spirits feel, Thou mayst, from odours round thee streaming, A pulse of past enjoyment steal, And live again in blissful dreaming! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLAMING HEART by RICHARD CRASHAW THE BAYADERE by FRANCIS SALTUS SALTUS SONNET: 87 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE QUILCA HOUSE TO THE DEAN by HENRY BROOKE THE RUINED PALACE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |