SOFTLY! She is lying With her lips apart; Softly! She is dying Of a broken heart. Whisper! Life is growing Dim within her breast; Whisper! She is going To her final rest. Gently! She is sleeping, She has breathed her last! Gently! While you're weeping She to heaven has passed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIFTY YEARS (1863-1913) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL HOME THOUGHTS FROM FRANCE by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 83. BARREN SPRING by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI TO AMERICA, ON HER FIRST SONS FALLEN IN THE GREAT WAR by E. M. WALKER |