I I SHALL rot here, with those whom in their day You never knew, And alien ones who, ere they chilled to clay, Met not my view, Will in your distant grave-place ever neighbour you. II No shade of pinnacle or tree or tower, While earth endures, Will fall on my mound and within the hour Steal on to yours; One robin never haunt our two green covertures. III Some organ may resound on Sunday noons By where you lie, Some other thrill the panes with other tunes Where moulder I; No selfsame chords compose our common lullaby. IV The simply-cut memorial at my head Perhaps may take A rustic form, and that above your bed A stately make; No linking symbol show thereon for our tale's sake. V And in the monotonous moils of strained, hard-run Humanity, The eternal tie which binds us twain in one No eye will see Stretching across the miles that sever you from me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BYRON by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER ROBIN REDBREAST by MOTHER GOOSE THE PITY OF THE LEAVES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THALIA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO SAN FRANCISCO by SAMUEL JOHN ALEXANDER LOVE'S BLINDNESS by ALFRED AUSTIN |