The wandering, wise, outcast sons Of Pharaoh, the dark roofless ones, Taught me this wisdom: If Death come, And take thy dear one, be thou dumb, Nor gratify with suppliant breath The attentive insolence of Death. Suffer thy dear one to depart In silence; silent in thy heart, From this forth, be thy dear one's name. So I, that would not put to shame So dear a memory dead, repeat No more the sweet name once too sweet, Nor, from that buried name, remove The haughty silence of my love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SARAH'S MONSTERS by KAREN SWENSON ESTHER; A YOUNG MAN'S TRAGEDY: 51 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TO MR. THOMAS SOUTHERNE, ON HIS BIRTHDAY, 1742 by ALEXANDER POPE UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 6. A VISIT FROM THE SEA by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |