The Grave said: "Rose, so bright of hue, What dost thou with the drops of dew That bathe thy buds each day?" The Rose replied: "O solemn Grave! With all that fills thy hungry cave What doest thou, I pray? From the sweet tears of morn that roll Into my heart, the very soul Of fragrance I distill." The Grave then answered: "All that lies Entombed, hereafter shall arise God's Paradise to fill." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A LIBRARY by EMILY DICKINSON AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 6. A WIFE WAITS by THOMAS HARDY EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: A DEAD STATESMAN by RUDYARD KIPLING AT THE SEASIDE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON CHORUS OF CLOUD-MAIDENS: STROPHE, FR. THE CLOUDS by ARISTOPHANES |