Lay her under the rusty grass, With her two eyes heavy and blind and done; Her two hands crossed beneath her breast One on one. Lay her out in the paling eve, With its sudden tears and white birch-trees; And let her passing seem to be One with these. Close her out of this hour of grief, And casting the earth on her, like a breath, Sew her tenderly, that she may Reap her death! And close her eyes, close, close her lips, For still, too still is her smitten tongue; Her hour's over, her breath has passed, And her song is sung. Lay her under the wild red grass In the fields death-tossed and bowed with rain; And let her silence seem to move Within the grain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAPUT MORTUUM by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON WHERE GO THE BOATS? by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON TO EDWARD FITZGERALD by ALFRED TENNYSON TO TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE RUSSIAN STUDENT'S TALE by MATHILDE BLIND THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 103. WRITTEN AT FLORENCE: 1 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |