WHEN these graven lines you see, Traveler, do not pity me; Though I be among the dead, Let no mournful word be said. Children that I leave behind, And their children, all were kind; Near to them and to my wife, I was happy all my life. My three sons I married right, And their sons I rocked at night; Death nor sorrow ever brought Cause for one unhappy thought. Now, and with no need of tears, Here they leave me, full of years,-- Leave me to my quiet rest In the region of the blest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INFANT JOY, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE AN ESSAY ON CRITICISM by ALEXANDER POPE WRITTEN IN MARCH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE PERSIANS (PERSAE): SALAMIS - MESSENGER by AESCHYLUS DERELICT; A REMINISCENCE OF R.L.S.'S TREASURE ISLAND by YOUNG EWING ALLISON THE GHOSTS' MOONSHINE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES MY DEMAND by MARION L. BERTRAND |