The Lady Mary Villiers lies Under this stone; with weeping eyes The parents that first gave her birth, And their sad friends, laid her in earth. If any of them, reader, were Known unto thee, shed a tear; Or if thyself possess a gem As dear to thee as this to them Though a stranger to this place, Bewail in theirs thy own hard case, For thou, perhaps, at thy return May'st find thy darling in an urn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE JEWISH SYNAGOGUE AT NEWPORT by EMMA LAZARUS ON CARPACCIO'S PICTURE: THE DREAM OF ST. URSALA; SONNET by AMY LOWELL DOMESDAY BOOK: GREGORY WENNER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NEW LOVE AND OLD by SARA TEASDALE THE CARPENTER'S SON by SARA TEASDALE |