THIS damsel here lies dead, lies dead in Love's array; Low she lies in earth, in earth at dawn of day; She lies here all alone, her tinsel lapped in clay; She lies here all alone, alone within the tomb. Her friends with joy return, return to greet the day, And merrily they sing: "Be merry while 'tis May! This damsel here lies dead, lies dead in Love's array!" And to the fields they go, as they go every day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROSE-BUD; TO A YOUNG LADY by WILLIAM BROOME WRITTEN [OR LINES] IN A YOUNG LADY'S ALBUM by THOMAS HOOD SONNET: 14. ON THE RELIGIOUS MEMORY OF CATHERINE THOMASON by JOHN MILTON THE SHADOW DANCE by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 82 by ALFRED TENNYSON |