I PUT flowers on Leeda's grave Down in Walhallalah; Flowers that in the spring she gave, Asking me to cherish, save, Still I placed them on her grave Down in Walhallalah. Tender rains came down at night, Down in Walhallalah, Took the flowers I had pressed Tenderly to earth and blessed; They returned, ah! newly dressed, Down in Walhallalah. But one flower I had pressed Down in Walhallalah, Did not find its way up through With the violets so blue And the marigolds that grew Down in Walhallalah. Ah! farewell for evermore; Farewell, Walhallalah, Tender rains from ashen skies Never more can ope the eyes Of the angelhood that lies Cold in Walhallalah. Withered hopes, how like my soul, Down in Walhallalah, Never more shall rise and bloom; Such the fate of love. The doom Of all is but the tombed gloom Down in Walhallalah. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OWL AND THE PUSSY CAT by EDWARD LEAR TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: ROBERT OF SICILY by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW HYMN, COMPOSED FOR THE CHILDREN OF A SUNDAY SCHOOL by BERNARD BARTON THE VIOLIN'S ENCHANTRESS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE PUPPETS by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER THE VIADUCT by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE COACHMAN'S YARN by EDWIN JAMES BRADY THE RING AND THE BOOK: BOOK 12. THE BOOK AND THE RING by ROBERT BROWNING |