'O PASSENGER, pray list and catch Our sighs and piteous groans, Half stifled in this jumbled patch Of wrenched memorial stones! 'We late-lamented, resting here, Are mixed to human jam, And each to each exclaims in fear, "I know not which I am!" 'The wicked people have annexed The verses on the good; A roaring drunkard sports the text Teetotal Tommy should! 'Where we are huddled none can trace, And if our names remain, They pave some path or porch or place Where we have never lain! 'Here's not a modest maiden elf But dreads the final Trumpet, Lest half of her should rise herself, And half some sturdy strumpet! 'From restorations of Thy fane, From smoothings of Thy sward, From zealous Churchmen's pick and plane Deliver us O Lord! Amen!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE INSCRIBED TO W.H. CHANNING by RALPH WALDO EMERSON LONG ISLAND SOUND by EMMA LAZARUS THE TROPICS IN NEW YORK by CLAUDE MCKAY A SONNET. THE ROSE AND LILY by PHILIP AYRES AN INTRUSION by DANIEL CHAUNCEY BREWER THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: SONG by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON ENTERTAINMENT GIVEN BY LORD KNOWLES: SONG 1 by THOMAS CAMPION |