TAKE to thy bosom, gentle Earth! a swain With much hard labour in thy service worn; He set the vines that clothe yon ample plain, And he these olives that the vale adorn. He filled with grain the glebe; the rills he led Through this green herbage, and those fruitful bowers; Thou, therefore, Earth! lie lightly on his head, His hoary head, and deck his grave with flowers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE INSCRIBED TO W.H. CHANNING by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE RELIEF OF LUCKNOW (SEPTEMBER 25, 1857) by ROBERT TRAILL SPENCE LOWELL ON THE NEW FORCES OF CONSCIENCE UNDER THE LONG PARLIAMENT by JOHN MILTON THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): THE MOVING ROCKS by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS ALPINE SPIRIT'S SONG by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 10 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH TO EMMA by SOPHIA (RAYMOND) BURRELL TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. WHEN A THOUSAND YEARS HAVE PASSED by EDWARD CARPENTER |