LET dew the flowers fill; <br />No need of fell despair, <br />Though to the grave you bear <br />One still of soul-but now too still, <br />One fair-but now too fair. <br />For, beneath your feet, the mound, <br />And the waves, that play around, <br />Have meaning in their grassy, and their watery, smiles; <br />And, with a thousand sunny wiles, <br />Each says, as he reproves, <br />Death's arrow oft is Love's.<br /><br />Thomas Lovell Beddoes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/let-dew-the-flowers-fill/
