AH! now farewell, thou sweet and gentle maid, Beside thy simple grave we oft shall mourn; And plant a willow where thy form is laid, And then with flowers the weeping tree adorn. Oft shall we sing thy melancholy tale, When all the shades of evening steal around; And oft assemble by the moonlight pale, To linger near the consecrated ground. And oh! if spirits e'er on earth descend, To hover o'er some chosen hallowed spot; Around thy tomb shall airy bands attend, And humble villagers shall weep thy lot. Ah! fair departed maid, thy placid mind Was calm in sorrow, and to Heaven resigned. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A CUBAN GARDEN by SARA TEASDALE THE TIGER, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE GOLIATH AND DAVID by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES PETITION (1) by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 29 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |