The sepulchres, how thick they stand Through all the road on either hand! And burst upon the startling sight In ev'ry garden of delight! Thither the winding alleys tend; There all the flow'ry borders end; And forms, that charmed the eyes before, Fragrance and music are no more. Deep in that damp and silent cell My fathers and my brethren dwell; Beneath its broad and gloomy shade My kindred and my friends are laid. But, while I tread the solemn way, My faith that Savior would survey, Who deigned to sojourn in the tomb, And left behind a rich perfume. My thoughts with ecstasy unknown, While from his grave they view his throne, Through mine own sepulchre can see A paradise reserved for me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET TO A FRIEND WHO ASKED, HOW I FELT ... MY INFANT TO ME by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE OF THE WARS IN IRELAND by JOHN HARRINGTON HIS REQUEST TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK IN AN ARTIST'S STUDIO by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE SHAVEN BEAUTY by YUSUF IBN HARUN AL-RAMADI A QUESTION by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS DUNCAN WEIR by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |