Here you lie, with feathers cold and wet – To dig a grave for you will cause no sweat! I never felt your body warm with blood, And now I hold you longer than I should. What does it matter, if we live or die – You with a cherry-tempted heart, or I? The sun in Heaven has his own heat and glow, And, when all flesh is gone, the grass will grow. Yet still I hope that you have left a son Or daughter here, to do what you have done – To tap my window sharply, without warning, And be the first to wish a friend 'Good Morning'. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STANZAS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON LAVENDER'S BLUE (1) by MOTHER GOOSE MAGDALEN by GEORGE KENYON ASHENDON GIRLS! PASS ALONG! by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER A BOSTON TOAST by JOHN COLLINS BOSSIDY |