A triumph sweet With every wonderment of youth, Your eyes, your lips, Your very tread Shall thrill the sod when I am dead. Unforgot! You'll never know I live because I love you so ... That every tryst my heart shall keep Will be wherever you may sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAMENT FOR FLODDEN [FIELD] by JEAN ELLIOT (1727-1805) JANUARY, 1795 by MARY DARBY ROBINSON HELTER SKELTER; OR, THE HUE AND CRY AFTER THE ATTORNEYS by JONATHAN SWIFT PAMPINEA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH LARABELLE; CANTO FOURTH by LEVI BISHOP AN ODD CONCEIT by NICHOLAS BRETON |