WHEN, O my dark beloved, thou shalt drowse Beneath black marble, and thy bed-chambér Shall be deep-delvéd and thy pleasure-house Some sodden cavern whence thou mayst not stir; When thy head-stone shall so with weight oppress Thy breast and supple thighs that it shall stay Thy heart from beating and thy foot no less From hasting down the old adventurous way,— The grave that knows my inmost heart's desire Shall thus, night-long, my deathless wish repeat: "Thou who of thy sweet self didst baulk the buyer, How should I spare thee now, adulterous cheat, From Death's indignity?" Then woman, wail! The worm shall suck thy burning body pale. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GRASSHOPPER AND CRICKET by JOHN KEATS THE SURPRISE AT TICONDEROGA [MAY 10, 1775] by MARY ANNA PHINNEY STANSBURY PIRATE STORY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON FIRST-DAY THOUGHTS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER EASTER 1916 by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS MARCH'S DAUGHTER by MAUDE PHILIPS BOARD THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: INDIAN LOVE SONG by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |