I laid my vesture by Upon this spot, And here returning, I Behold it not. Dost thou, O earth, resume The relics of the tomb? Whereto the earth replies: "Be not afraid; Safe in my keeping lies What here was laid: A thousand forms refine What shall again be thine." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MORAL FABLES: THE COCK AND THE FOX by AESOP A DEDICATION by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG THE IMPROVISATORE: THE INDUCTION TO THE THIRD FYTTE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES EAGER SPRING by GORDON BOTTOMLEY MISERY: SORDID SCENE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |