Girls, when I am gone away, On this bosom strew Only flowers meek and pale, And the yew. Lay these hands down by my side, Let my face be bare; Bind a kerchief round the face, Smooth my hair. Let my bier be borne at dawn, Summer grows so sweet, Deep into the forest green Where boughs meet. Then pass away, and let me lie One long, warm, sweet day, There alone, with face upturned, One sweet day. While the morning light grows broad, While noon sleepeth sound, While the evening falls and faints, While the world goes round. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JESUS - THE SWEETEST NAME by BERNARD OF CLAIRVAUX THE ORIGIN OF DIDACTIC POETRY by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE STORY OF FIORDISPINA, FR. ORLANDO FURIOSO by LUDOVICO (LODOVICO) ARIOSTO LESBIA'S COMPLAINT AGAINST THYRISIS HIS INCONSTANCY; A SONNET by PHILIP AYRES PORTRAIT SONNETS: 2 by HENRY BELLAMANN THE FLAME-BRIDE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |