Though I have twice been at the doors of death, And twice found shut those gates which ever mourn, This but a light'ning is, truce ta'en to breathe, For late-born sorrows augur fleet return. Amidst thy sacred cares, and courtly toils, Alexis, when thou shalt hear wandering fame Tell, Death hath triumph'd o'er my mortal spoils, And that on earth I am but a sad name; If thou e'er held me dear, by all our love, By all that bliss, those joys heaven here us gave, I conjure thee, and by the maids of Jove, To grave this short remembrance on my grave: Here Damon lies, whose songs did sometime grace The murmuring Esk: -- may roses shade the place. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE PEACH by EUGENE FIELD THE HOMES OF ENGLAND by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS SWORD AND BUCKLER; OR, SERVING-MAN'S DEFENCE: TO THE READER by WILLIAM BASSE THE FORMER LIFE by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE PSALM 50 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ON H---- THE PICK THANK by WILLIAM BLAKE |