AUBURN! sweet Auburn! lovely and beloved! Peace real, peace lasting, soul-enamoured peace, The low soft-breathing dreaminess of death Is in thee and around thee; yea, thou art The type of that which only death can bring, Quiet forgetfulness and long repose. Sweetness is thine ineffable; the dead Repose as if in palaces; their sleep So beauteous seems, so chaste, so calm, so still, That one might almost envy them the bliss Of such pure slumber; freed, forever freed, From all the bitter grief of this cold world, Its void pretences, shallow sympathies, And crumbling friendships comfortless and cold. What love betrayed -- how many a broken heart, What misery -- what degradation sleeps Beneath thy beauteous bosom! now at rest, Where pain can weary not, nor passion enter in. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KEEPING UP WITH THE SIGNS by MADELINE DEFREES ON THE PROPOSAL TO ERECT A MONUMENT IN ENGLAND TO LORD BYRON by EMMA LAZARUS MANHATTAN, 1609 by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: LILLI ALM by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 12 by EZRA POUND THE DARK HOUSE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |