White sleeping tombs, Housing those, Who'll wake no more To clamour of harsh sound; Or long green fingers, Clutching, covering; Or fetid breaths, Last remnants of clay. White sleeping tombs, Less mortal Than those housed within, Rising above blue shadows To meet the azure arc; Vibration of many victories, Proclaiming triumph In a million shafts of light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASSUNPINK AND PRINCETON [JANUARY 3, 1777] by THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH IT'S A QUEER TIME by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE STARLIGHT NIGHT by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS JUDITH by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SUMMER NIGHT by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE REPLY OF Q. HORATIUS FLACCUS TO A ROMAN 'ROUND-ROBIN' by ALFRED AUSTIN |