But borne, and like a short Delight, I glided by my Parents sight. That done, the harder Fates deny'd My longer stay, and so I dy'd. If pittying my sad Parents Teares, You'l spil a tear, or two with theirs: And with some flowrs my grave bestrew, Love and they'l thank you for't. Adieu. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ELMER BARR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS OCTAVES: 7 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON IN A LECTURE-ROOM by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH THE BATTLE OF NASEBY by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY A JAPANESE DWARF TREE by ISABEL ANDERSON |