SAFE where I cannot die yet, Safe where I hope to lie too, Safe from the fume and the fret; You, and you, Whom I never forget. Safe from the frost and the snow, Safe from the storm and the sun, Safe where the seeds wait to grow One by one, And to come back in blow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAUSANNE: IN GIBBON'S OLD GARDEN by THOMAS HARDY A CONSECRATION by JOHN MASEFIELD LINES TO THE MEMORY OF ANNIE WHO DIED AT MILAN, JUNE 6, 1860 by HARRIET BEECHER STOWE AT THE FIRESIDE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): JASON'S SOWING AND REAPING by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS |