NO sunny ray, no silver night, Here cruelly alight! Glare of noontide, star of e'en, Otherwhere descend! No violet-eyed green, With its daisies' yellow end, The dewy debt receive of any eye! It is a grave: and @3she@1 doth lie 'Neath roses' root, And the fawn's mossy foot, Under the skylark's grassy floor, Whose graceful life held every day,— As lilies, dew—as dews, the starry ray— More music, grace delight than they. When stars are few let light be here, Of the softest, through the boughs Berry-laden, sad and few; And the wings of one small bird, His form unseen, his voice unheard— . . . . . . | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: RICHARD BONE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ENDYMION by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ARMS AND THE BOY by WILFRED OWEN MAUD MULLER by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER A FUNERAL CHANT FOR THE OLD YEAR by E. JUSTINE BAYARD |