Here in my garden I have lovely stones, All old and grey and some with knobs of pearl; Stones with their silver sides, and amber backs, With mossy dimples and with horns that curl. Would that this rockery were my grave indeed, The monument where lie my buried bones: Though people coming here to think of me Might well forget, and stay to worship stones! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY ORCHA'D IN LINDEN LEA by WILLIAM BARNES THE CONTRACT by EMILY DICKINSON GOOD FRIDAY, 1613. RIDING WESTWARD by JOHN DONNE SESTINA OF THE TRAMP ROYAL by RUDYARD KIPLING LAUS VENERIS (A PICTURE BY BURNE-JONES) by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 4. WORTHY MEMORY by WILLIAM BASSE |