In the earth, the earth thou shalt be laid A grey stone standing over thee; Black mould beneath thee spread And black mould to cover thee -- 'Well, there is rest there So fast come thy prophecy -- The time when my sunny hair Shall with grass roots twined be' But cold, cold is that resting place Shut out from Joy and Liberty And all who loved thy living face Will shrink from its gloom and thee 'Not so, @3here@1 the world is chill And sworn friends fall from me But @3there@1, they'll own me still And prize my memory' Farewell, then, all that love All that deep sympathy: Sleep on, heaven laughs above -- Earth never misses thee -- Turf-sod and tombstone drear Part human company One heart broke, only, there @3That@1 heart was worthy thee! -- | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PICKET-GUARD [NOVEMBER, 1861] by ETHEL LYNN BEERS THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 88. A DAY IN SUSSEX by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE ARAB by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY LIFE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE NORMAN CRADLE-SONG by VINCENT JAMES O'SULLIVAN |