There's something quieter than sleep Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast - And will not tell its name. Some touch it, and some kiss it - Some chafe its idle hand - It has a simple gravity I do not understand! I would not weep if I were they - How rude in one to sob! Might scare the quiet fairy Back to her native wood! While simple-hearted neighbors Chat of the "Early dead" - We - prone to periphrasis Remark that Birds have fled! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THEN AND NOW by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT AN EPIGRAM ON JOHN MARSTON by JOSEPH HALL THE POEMS OF COLD MOUNTAIN: 287 by HAN SHAN THE NIGHTINGALE; CHILD'S EVENING HYMN by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS ELEGY FOR THE PRINCE by EDWARD HERBERT |