A LIGHT of blameless laughter, fancy-bred, Soft-souled and glad and kind as love or sleep, Fades, and sweet mirth's own eyes are fain to weep Because her blithe and gentlest bird is dead. Weep, elves and fairies all, that never shed Tear yet for mortal mourning: you that keep The doors of dreams whence naught of ill may creep, Mourn once for one whose lips your honey fed. Let waters of the Golden River steep The rose-roots whence his grave blooms rosy-red And murmuring of Hyblaean hives be deep About the summer silence of its bed, And nought less gracious than a violet peep Between the grass grown greener round his head. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEFORE ACTION by WILLIAM NOEL HODGSON MODERN MANNERS by MARY (CUMBERLAND) ALCOCK THE ANCIENTS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE RAIN ON THE ROOF by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON GOD THE ONLY TRUE TEACHER by JOHN BYROM TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. THE LOVER FAR ON THE HILLS by EDWARD CARPENTER |