ALAS, for us no second spring, Like mallows in the garden-bed, For these the grave has lost his sting, Alas, for @3us@1 no second spring, Who sleep without awakening, And, dead, for ever more are dead, Alas, for us no second spring, Like mallows in the garden-bed! Alas, the strong, the wise, the brave, That boast themselves the sons of men! Once they go down into the grave— Alas, the strong, the wise, the brave,— They perish and have none to save, They are sown, and are not raised again; Alas, the strong, the wise, the brave, That boast themselves the sons of men! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON AN UNFINISHED STATUE BY MICHAEL ANGELO by GEORGE SANTAYANA ESTHER; A YOUNG MAN'S TRAGEDY: 50 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT FIRST BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 11 by THOMAS CAMPION TO THE MEMORY OF MY BELOVED MASTER WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE by BEN JONSON MARCHING (AS SEEN FROM THE LEFT FILE) by ISAAC ROSENBERG AN HYMN OF HEAVENLY LOVE by EDMUND SPENSER WHAT THE MOON KNOWS by RICHARD BEHM SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 29 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |