BREAK not his sweet repose -- Thou whom chance brings to this sequestered ground, The sacred yard his ashes close, But go thy way in silence; here no sound Is ever heard but from the murmuring pines, Answering the sea's near murmur; Nor ever here comes rumor Of anxious world or war's foregathering signs. The bleaching flag, the faded wreath, Mark the dead soldier's dust beneath, And show the death he chose; Forgotten save by her who weeps alone, And wrote his fameless name on this low stone: Break not his sweet repose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOTES FOR THE FIRST LINE OF A SPANISH POEM by JAMES GALVIN THE DAY OF THE DEAD SOLDIERS; MARY 30, 1869 by EMMA LAZARUS DR. SCUDDER'S CLINICAL LECTURE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ON TAGORE by MARIANNE MOORE |