How swiftly it dries, The dew on the garlic-leaf. The dew that dries so fast To-morrow will fall again. But he whom we carry to the grave Will never more return. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CORONAL by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE SNOWING OF THE PINES' by THOMAS WENTWORTH HIGGINSON THE ORCHARD PIT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI LOST ART by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 18 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE DREAM GIRL by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |