When I am dead, and in a white hot flame My body is reduced to earth again, I ask not that you scatter far and wide My ashes to the winds or to the tide. But place them deep in some cool garden, where The scents of rose and hyacinth perfume the air. Let me lie there, where, when the freshening rain Comes to refresh the arid earth again And some sweet mating birds their rapture sing, From this once-barren body life will spring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SACRED ELEGY: 5. THE SEPARATION OF MAN FROM GOD by GEORGE BARKER THE DEATH OF GRANT by AMBROSE BIERCE THE BLACK RIDERS: 1 by STEPHEN CRANE THE SIFTING OF PETER by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO AMARANTHA, THAT SHE WOULD DISHEVEL HER HAIR by RICHARD LOVELACE REJECTED ADDRESSES: THE BABY'S DEBUT, BY W. W. by JAMES SMITH (1775-1839) |