Set not thy foot on graves: Hear what wine and roses say: The mountain chase, the summer waves, The crowded town, thy feet may well delay. Set not thy foot on graves: Nor seek to unwind the shroud Which charitable Time And Nature allowed To wrap the errors of a sage sublime. Set not thy foot on graves: Care not to strip the dead Of his sad ornament, His myrrh, and wine, and rings, His sheet of lead, And trophies buried: Go, get them where he earned them when alive; As resolutely dig or dive. Life is too short to waste In critic peep or cynic bark, Quarrel or reprimand: 'Twill soon be dark; Up, heed thine own aim, and God speed the mark! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THAT VAGRANT MISTRAL VEXING THE SUN: A FAR CRY by DARA WIER REVELRY OF THE DYING by BARTHOLOMEW DOWLING EVOLUTION by JOHN BANISTER TABB THE COMPLAINT OF POETIE, FOR THE DEATH OF LIBERALITE by RICHARD BARNFIELD SONNET: HER WORST AND BEST by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |