I have no graves to decorate on this day The graves of my dear dead ones are too far away In the ocean they are hidden And their passage is forbidden So all that I can do for them is weep and pray. On Memorial Day I go to some distant shore There I sit and listen to the ocean roar And while my tears are falling I hear a sad voice calling Help! O save me from the death that I abhor. But help was far beyond my power The waves were rising high as Babel's tower All I could do was cry While I watched my loved ones die Beneath the waves—the graves where I can place no flower. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOOK OF THEL by WILLIAM BLAKE SPRING SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR RHAPSODY ON A WINDY NIGHT by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT THE SPIDER AND THE FLY by MARY HOWITT THE SLAVE'S DREAM by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE GREEN LINNET by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE ROYAL CROWN by ISRAEL ABRAHAMS |