THE great white lilies in the grass Are pallid as the smile of death; For they remember still -- alas! -- The graves they sprang from underneath. The angels up in heaven are pale -- For all have died, when all is said; Nor shall the lutes of Eden avail To let them dream they are not dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOPHISTICATION by CONRAD AIKEN TO ATLANTA UNIVERSITY - ITS FOUNDERS AND TEACHERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE MAY MAGNIFICAT by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE FIRST PROCLAMATION OF MILES STANDISH [NOVEMBER 23, 1620] by MARGARET JUNKIN PRESTON THE PROMETHEUS VINCTUS OF AESCHYLUS by AESCHYLUS TO BESSIE HAWES, MAY QUEEN by ANNA EMILIA BAGSTAD |