Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE UNQUIET GRAVE (1), by ANONYMOUS Poem Explanation First Line: "the wind doth blow to-day, my love" Last Line: Till god calls you away Subject(s): Fidelity;graves;love;mourning; Faithfulness;constancy;tombs;tombstones;bereavement | ||||||||
The wind doth blow today, my love, And a few small drops of rain. I never had but one true-love, In cold grave she was lain. I'll do as much for my true-love As any young man may, I'll sit and mourn all at her grave, For a twelvemonth and a day. The twelvemonth and a day being up, The dead begin to speak: Oh who sits weeping on my grave, And will not let me sleep? 'Tis I, my love, sits on your grave, And will not let you sleep, For I crave one kiss of your clay-cold lips, And that is all I seek. You crave one kiss of my clay-cold lips, But my breath smells earthy strong. If you have one kiss of my clay-cold lips, Your time will not be long. 'Tis down in yonder garden green, Love, where we used to walk, The finest flower that ere was seen Is withered to a stalk. The stalk is withered dry, my love, So will our hearts decay. So make yourself content, my love, Till God calls you away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUNGERFIELD by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE MOURNER by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN HECUBA MOURNS by MARILYN NELSON THERE IS NO GOD BUT by AGHA SHAHID ALI IF I COULD MOURN LIKE A MOURNING DOVE by FRANK BIDART TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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