Her heart that loved me once is rottenness Now and corruption; and her life is dead That was to have been one with mine she said. The earth must lie with such a cruel stress On her eyes where the white lids used to press; Foul worms fill up her mouth so sweet and red; Foul worms are underneath her graceful head. Yet these, being born of her from nothingness These worms are certainly flesh of her flesh. -- How is it that the grass is rank and green, And the dew dropping rose is brave and fresh Above what was so sweeter far than they? Even as her beauty hath passed quite away Their's too shall be as tho' it had not been. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DECISION (APRIL 14, 1861) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ROBERT OF LINCOLN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE NOBLEMAN AND THE PENSIONER by GOTTLIEB KONRAD PFEFFEL URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: DEDICATION TO HENRY, PRINCE OF WALES by WILLIAM BASSE THE DEATH OF YE LIFE OF LOVE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE NAME OF LOVE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET BESIDE THE SHORE ROAD by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |