OH! come, come with me, to the old kirk yard, I well know the path through the soft green sward Friends slumber there we were wont to regard, We'll trace out their names in the old kirk yard. Oh! mourn not for them, their grief is o'er, Oh! weep not for them, they weep no more, For deep is their sleep, though cold and hard Their pillow may be in the old kirk yard. I know it is in vain, when friends depart, To breathe kind words to a broken heart; I know that the joy of life seems marr'd When we follow them home to the old kirk yard. But were I at rest beneath yon tree, Why shouldst thou weep, dear love, for me; I'm wayworn and sad, ah! why then retard The rest that I seek in the old kirk yard? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AUTUMN SONG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD WALT WHITMAN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON WINTER NIGHT SONG by SARA TEASDALE A VOICE FROM THE SWEAT-SHOPS (A HYMN WITH RESPONSES) by LOUIS UNTERMEYER PROMETHEUS UNBOUND; A LYRICAL DRAMA IN FOUR ACTS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY ROSAMUND: ROSAMOND'S SONG by JOSEPH ADDISON |