To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And ritle all the breathing Spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove: But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No withered witch shall here be seen; No goblins lead their nightly crew: The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew! The red-breast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid; With hoary moss, and gathered flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid. When howling winds, and beating rain, In tempests shake the sylvan cell; Or 'midst the chase on every plain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell. Each lonely scene shall thee restore, For thee the tear be duly shed; Beloved till life can charm no more, And mourned, till Pity's self be dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE BELOVED by ALICE MEYNELL THE LAKE (VERSION 2) by EDGAR ALLAN POE JACK CREAMER [OCTOBER 25, 1812] by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE WITH COLORS GAY by HOWARD S. ABBOTT STRANGE FILAMENT by LILLIAN M. (PETTES) AINSWORTH SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 28. WATERLOO by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |