Gone to his rest Bright little Bouby! Build green his nest Where sun and dew be. Nor snails molest A cheerful sage, Simple, light-hearted: In ripe old age He had departed Andf tak'n his wage. Dear for himself; Dear for another Past price of pelf - (Ah, Dearest Mother!) - Song-singing elf. O daisies, grow Lightly above him, Strike root, aand below: For some who love him Would have it so. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRY OF THE CHILDREN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING LILAC: FIRST EMOTIONS OF LOVE by ROBERT BURNS MY AIN WIFE by ALEXANDER LAING AGAMEMNON: CHORUS by AESCHYLUS ONCE IN A WAY by ANTIPHILUS OF BYZANTIUM LILIES: 11. 'I NEED THEE' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) EXODUS 15. SONG OF ISRAEL FOR THE OVERTHROW OF EGYPT IN THE RED SEA by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |