LITTLE mistress mine, good-bye! I have been your sparrow true; Dig my grave, for I must die. Waste no tear and heave no sigh; Life should still be blithe for you, Little mistress mine, good-bye! In your garden let me lie, Underneath the pointed yew Dig my grave, for I must die. We have loved the quiet sky With its tender arch of blue; Little mistress mine, good-bye! That I still may feel you nigh, In your virgin bosom, too, Dig my grave, for I must die. Let our garden friends that fly Be the mourners, fit and few. Little mistress mine, good-bye! Dig my grave, for I must die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON GEORGE HERBERT'S BOOK, THE TEMPLE, SENT TO A GENTLEWOMAN by RICHARD CRASHAW THE HOUSE-TOP; A NIGHT PIECE by HERMAN MELVILLE SONG OF THE SILENT LAND by JOHANN GAUDENZ VON SALIS-SEEWIS SPRING IN WAR TIME by SARA TEASDALE BREAK, BREAK, BREAK by ALFRED TENNYSON |