Here rest in peace Eliza Drew and James Hanneway whom Death haplessly snatched from Felicity. Eliza and James in this sepulchre tarry Till God with His trumpet shall call them to marry. Then Angels for maids to the Bride shall be given, And loud their responses shall echo in Heaven. And e'en though it be that on Paradise Plains A wife is no wife; spinster spinster remains; These twain they did tarry so long to be wed They might now prefer to stay happy instead. Howe'er it befall them, Death's shadows once past, They'll not laugh less sweetly who learn to laugh last. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NIGHT MOTHS by EDWIN MARKHAM DEAR ELIZABETH: (FOR ELIZABETH DIFIORE) by KAREN SWENSON THE SEA-GRAVE by SARA TEASDALE LILIES: 28. NOW by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) TO CLARE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A RHAPSODY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TO WAR by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 17 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |