Author Jonathan Swift Here shift the scene, to represent How those I love my death lament. Poor Pope will grieve a month; and Gay A week; and Arbuthnot a day. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 2 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments