Will-o'-wisp and fox-fire burn -- Wickless, clear -- Candles in the marshy fern Round his bier. With the nightshade's bitter cherry He was fed Who on frolic hooves made merry And is dead. Bramble flower shall whiten early Where he lies ... Blowing for a lamb so curly And unwise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARAGRAPHS: 16 by HAYDEN CARRUTH GUARDIANSHIP by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ON HUNTINGDON'S 'MIRANDA' by SIDNEY LANIER THE GUARDIAN OF THE RED DISK (SPOKEN BY A CITIZEN OF MALTA - 1300) by EMMA LAZARUS |