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Poem
November 15, 1831
The Rhode Island Republican
Newport, Newport County, Rhode Island
What is this article about?
The speaker instructs their beloved not to remember them in moments of joy, such as dances, hearthside merriment, or blooming gardens, but to do so in quiet, twilight scenes amid winds, waters, and village echoes.
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OCR Quality
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Beloved, when I am dead.
Do not weep for me in festal hours,
When thro' the glittering dance thy footsteps tread
On mimic flowers;
Nor, by the blazing hearth,
When mingled voices swell in sinless glee—
Oh! chequer not that hour of holy mirth,
With thoughts of me!
Beloved: when I am dead,
Think not of me in bright and verdant bowers,
When the full pride of summer's noon is shed
On all its flowers:
When the rich rose's breath
Is caught in every aspiration there;
When the laburnum's bloom illumineth
The glowing air!
For, midst the festal glee,
By the glad hearth, and where the roses bloom,
No spirit, love, would sympathize with thee
In kindred gloom.
But, where the low sweet strains
Of winds and waters, blended with the sound
Of village echoes, borne from distant plains,
Are breathing round;
If there thy feet should rove,
When twilight dimly falls on bower and tree,
Oh! then, my best—my last—my only love,
Remember me!
Do not weep for me in festal hours,
When thro' the glittering dance thy footsteps tread
On mimic flowers;
Nor, by the blazing hearth,
When mingled voices swell in sinless glee—
Oh! chequer not that hour of holy mirth,
With thoughts of me!
Beloved: when I am dead,
Think not of me in bright and verdant bowers,
When the full pride of summer's noon is shed
On all its flowers:
When the rich rose's breath
Is caught in every aspiration there;
When the laburnum's bloom illumineth
The glowing air!
For, midst the festal glee,
By the glad hearth, and where the roses bloom,
No spirit, love, would sympathize with thee
In kindred gloom.
But, where the low sweet strains
Of winds and waters, blended with the sound
Of village echoes, borne from distant plains,
Are breathing round;
If there thy feet should rove,
When twilight dimly falls on bower and tree,
Oh! then, my best—my last—my only love,
Remember me!
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
Love Courtship
What keywords are associated?
Beloved
Death
Remembrance
Festal Hours
Twilight
Roses
Gloom
Poem Details
Subject
Remembrance After Death
Form / Style
Rhymed Stanzas
Key Lines
Beloved, When I Am Dead.
Do Not Weep For Me In Festal Hours,
Oh! Then, My Best—My Last—My Only Love,
Remember Me!
No Spirit, Love, Would Sympathize With Thee
In Kindred Gloom.