Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DIRGE, by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Where shall we make her grave Last Line: There -- lay her there! Alternate Author Name(s): Browne, Felicia Dorothea Subject(s): Graves; Tombs; Tombstones | ||||||||
WHERE shall we make her grave. Oh! where the wild-flowers wave In the free air! Where shower and singing-bird 'Midst the young leaves are heard -- There -- lay her there! Harsh was the world to her -- Now may sleep minister Balm for each ill: Low on sweet nature's breast Let the meek heart find rest, Deep, deep and still! Murmur, glad waters! by; Faint gales! with happy sigh, Come wandering o'er That green and mossy bed, Where, on a gentle head, Storms beat no more! What though for her in vain Falls now the bright spring-rain Plays the soft wind? Yet still, from where she lies, Should blessed breathings rise, Gracious and kind. Therefore let song and dew Thence in the heart renew Life's vernal glow! And o'er that holy earth Scents of the violet's birth Still come and go! Oh! then, where wild flowers wave Make ye her mossy grave, In the free air! Where shower and singing-bird 'Midst the young leaves are heard -- There -- lay her there! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SURVIVOR AMONG GRAVES by RANDALL JARRELL SUBJECTED EARTH by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE GRAVE OF MRS. HEMANS by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER THOSE GRAVES IN ROME by LARRY LEVIS NOT TO BE DWELLED ON by HEATHER MCHUGH ONE LAST DRAW OF THE PIPE by PAUL MULDOON ETRUSCAN TOMB by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS ENDING WITH A LINE FROM LEAR by MARVIN BELL A DIRGE (1) by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS |
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