THE numbers old and evil, The dreams so harrowing, Let's bury all together, -- A mighty coffin bring! I'll place there much, but say not What 'tis, till all is done; The coffin must be larger Than Heidelberg's vast tun. And also bring a death-bier, Of boards full stout and sound; They also must be longer Than Mayence bridge renown'd. And also bring twelve giants Whose strength of limb excels Saint Christopher's, whose shrine in Cologne Cathedral dwells. The coffin they must carry, And sink beneath the wave; For such a mighty coffin Must have a mighty grave. Why was the coffin, tell me, So great and hard to move? I in it placed my sorrows, And in it placed my love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WITCHCRAFT BY A PICTURE by JOHN DONNE A TERNARIE OF LITTLES, UPON A PIPKIN OF JELLIE by ROBERT HERRICK THE HEART OF THE WOMAN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE TRANSLATED WAY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS CORSICA by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ON THE BACKWARDNESS OF THE SPRING 1771 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |