Go, spend your penny, Beauty, when you will, In the grave's darkness let the stamp be lost. The water still will bubble from the hill, And April quick the meadows with her ghost; Over the grass the daffodils will shiver, The primroses with their pale beauty abound, The blackbird be a lover and make quiver With his glad singing the great soul of the ground; So that if the body rot, it will not matter; Up in the earth the great game will go on, The coming of spring and the running of the water, And the young things glad of the womb's darkness gone. And the joy we felt will be a part of the glory In the lover's kiss that makes the old couple's story. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I SHALL NOT CARE by SARA TEASDALE PRAYER FOR THIS HOUSE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER IMITATIONS OF SHAKESPEARE: PROGNE'S DREAM by JOHN ARMSTRONG THE GOLDEN YEAR! by ALFRED AUSTIN MARIE MIGNOT by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |