Islet on the lake's calm bosom, In thy breast rich treasures lie; Heroes! there your bones shall moulder, But your fame shall never die. Islet on the lake's calm bosom, Sleep serenely in thy bed; Brightest gem our waves can boast, Guardian angel of the dead! Calm upon the waves recline, Till great Nature's reign is o'er; Until old and swift-winged time Sinks, and order is no more. Then thy guardianship shall cease, Then shall rock thy aged bed; And when Heaven's last trump shall sound, Thou shalt yield thy noble dead! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOD'S GRANDEUR by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS IPHIGENEIA AND AGAMEMNON, FR. THE HELLENICS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR HOLYHEAD, SEPTEMBER 25, 1727 by JONATHAN SWIFT ITALIAN MUSIC IN DAKOTA (THE SEVENTEENTH - THE FINEST REGIMENTAL BAND) by WALT WHITMAN LONDON, 1802 (2) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |