O thou! who sleep'st where hazle-bands entwine The vernal grass, with paler violets drest; I would, sweet maid! thy humble bed were mine, And mine thy calm and enviable rest. For never more by human ills opprest Shall thy soft spirit fruitlessly repine: Thou canst not now thy fondest hopes resign Even in the hour that should have made thee blest. Light lies the turf upon thy virgin breast; And lingering here, to Love and Sorrow true, The youth who once thy simple heart possest Shall mingle tears with April's early dew; While still for him shall faithful Memory save Thy form and virtues from the silent grave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARIANNA ALCOFORANDO by SARA TEASDALE SAILING BEYOND SEAS (OLD STYLE) by JEAN INGELOW WHEN I BUY PICTURES by MARIANNE MOORE DRINKING SONG (4) by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE GRACE AND STRENGTH by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO A WILD DUCK by BERNICE GIBBS ANDERSON THE IVORY GATE; AN UNFINISHED DRAFT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |