I walked among the Cathedrals Of Death: some were like Athenian palaces of old. Some were bright and new Marble from Vermont. Some were stately and others Old and rain-washed: ravished By elements unseen. Tumbled and unkept stones Marked the graves of some. Yet all was silence there In the Cemetery and grass was Over the graves: and the grass Is very kind! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR THE NEW YEAR by EDWIN MARKHAM EGOISME A DEUX' by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON ASSUNPINK AND PRINCETON [JANUARY 3, 1777] by THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH THE ENCHANTMENT by THOMAS OTWAY THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: JANUARY by EDMUND SPENSER THE TEARS OF THE POPLARS by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS |