ARE your grave eyes graver growing? Sweetheart, may I look At the treasured thoughts which move you In the poet's book? Stay not in the lazy shade With the drowsy roses; Come into the woods and see Where I find my posies. Has the buried singer left us Songs to make you weep? Are you saddened by the sorrow That his numbers keep? Or were all the songs he gave us Born in happy hours? Come with me, he found his music Where I find my flowers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NAMES by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE IN THE MOONLIGHT by THOMAS HARDY THE ADOPTED CHILD by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS COME UP FROM THE FIELDS FATHER by WALT WHITMAN LOFT AT NIGHT by VIRGINIA ABEL |