Long has it uttered its warning cry, With solemn voice through years gone by,— That for Youth and Beauty there waits the tomb, The triumph of Death and the conqueror Worm: It speaks of a land, to which those who have gone, Friends left on earth for ever shall mourn, Never! oh, never! again to return! For them in vain shall our fond hearts yearn! Sorrow and parting—pain and care— Would we recall the freed to share? And while Time shall move it will be so; Transient and few are Hope's gay beams, Soon quenched in Sorrow's bitter streams: Then, oh, disturb not the sleep of the dead, Still let them rest in their lowly bed! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GROSS CLINIC by CAROL FROST IN UTRUMQUE PARATUS by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE LAST MAN: DREAM OF DYING by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES TO CHILDREN: 5. DAME HOLIDAY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET VALUES by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN VERBATIM FROM BOILEAU by NICOLAS BOILEAU-DESPREAUX MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE LORD HAYES: TO JAMES KING OF BRITAIN by THOMAS CAMPION |