WHAT shall her silence keep
Under the sun?
Here, where the willows weep
And waters run;
Here, where she lies asleep,
And all is done.
Lights, when the tree-top swings;
Scents that are sown;
Sounds of the wood-bird's wings;
And the bee's drone:
These be her comfortings
Under the stone.
What shall watch o'er her here
When day is fled?
Here, when the night is near
And skies are red;
Here, where she lieth dear
And young and dead.
Shadows, and winds that spill
Dew, and the tune
Of the wild whippoorwill,
And the white moon,-
These be the watchers still
Over her stone.
Dirge
Madison Julius Cawein
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Poem topics: moon, night, red, silence, sun, tree, bird, dear, wild, white, young, watch, Valentine's Day, stone, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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