NO stirring: bristly thistles guard Crumbled church and vacant yard. All mouldered save a casual stone Or vagrant tomb: decay alone. So old, so dead, the very ghosts Traitors to their ancient posts. Owl nor bat deign to intrude This time-forgotten solitude. Only rank grass and nettles know The quite oblivious bones below; Only cool dock and sorrel now Where parson sermoned long ago. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JASPER by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON SONGS FOR TWO SEASONS: 1. AFTER GRAVE ILLNESS by CAROL FROST INDEPENDENCE DAY, 1956, A FAIRY TALE by JAMES GALVIN THE STORY OF THE END OF THE STORY by JAMES GALVIN MORNING, NOON AND NIGHT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TO BAYARD TAYLOR by SIDNEY LANIER ON CARPACCIO'S PICTURE: THE DREAM OF ST. URSALA; SONNET by AMY LOWELL |