I know not why thy beauty should Remind me of the cold, dark grave -- Thou Flower, as fair as Moonlight, when She kissed the mouth of a black Cave. All other Flowers can coax the Bees, All other Flowers are sought but thee: Dost thou remind them all of Death, Sweet Flower, as thou remindest me? Thou seemest like a blessed ghost, So white, so cold, though crowned with gold; Among these glazed Buttercups, And purple Thistles, rough and bold. When I am dead, nor thought of more, Out of all human memory -- Grow you on my forsaken grave, And win for me a stranger's sigh. A day or two the lilies fade; A month, aye less, no friends are seen: Then, claimant to forgotten graves, Share my lost place with the wild green. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PASSING BY by THOMAS FORD (1580-1648) A SHORT SONG OF CONGRATULATION by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) UNTO US A SON IS GIVEN by ALICE MEYNELL SMILE AND NEVER HEED ME by CHARLES SWAIN THE WATCHERS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN PROTEUS by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN THE RAIN ON THE ROOF by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON INSCRIPTION FOR A STONE ERECTED ON A SIMILIAR OCCASION by WILLIAM COWPER |