BURY thy dead, dear friend, Between the night and day: Where depths of summer shade are cool, And murmurs of a summer pool And windy murmurs stray'' . Bury thy dead, dear love, And make his bed most fair above: The latest buds shall still Blow there, and the first violets too, And there a turtle-dove Shall brood and coo'' . Bury thy dead heart-deep: Take patience till the sun be set: There are no tears for him to weep, No doubts to haunt him yet: Take comfort, he will not forget. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRIDAL SONG by GEORGE CHAPMAN (1559-1634) THE BLACK RIDERS: 1 by STEPHEN CRANE FULFILLMENT by ROBERT MALISE BOWYER NICHOLS LOOKING FORWARD by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON TO THE REV. F.D. MAURICE by ALFRED TENNYSON CHICAGO [OCTOBER 8-10, 1871] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |