What flower has been planted on her grave, I wonder? By her sister? Rose or rue? Who crops the grass? Or spring the violets blue, Blue, white, and wilding? What great branches wave, The pine or poplar, by the iron fence? -- (Was there a fence?) -- And have you set a stone, With dates of coming hither, going hence, And carved a name that ends as ends my own? -- And would you save a place for me thereunder, Beside her? (Is the father's grave by hers, Or by the dear, drowned mother's grave, I wonder?) . . . O these my rhymes seem uncouth questioners -- When I bethink me 'tis a husband's pen Has writ them down, whom none will answer then. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MODEST LOVE; SONG by EDWARD DYER THE BAYADERE by FRANCIS SALTUS SALTUS PROMETHEUS UNBOUND; A LYRICAL DRAMA IN FOUR ACTS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY TO WORDSWORTH by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY A ROW IN AN OMNIBUS BOX; A LEGEND OF THE HAYMARKET by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |