I dreamed that one had died in a strange place Near no accustomed hand; And they had nailed the boards above her face, The peasants of that land, Wondering to lay her in that solitude, And raised above her mound A cross they had made out of two bits of wood, And planted cypress round; And left her to the indifferent stars above Until I carved these words: @3She was more beautiful than thy first love, But now lies under boards.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADELAIDE CRAPSEY by CARL SANDBURG SUMMER DAYS by WATHEN MARK WILKS CALL TO MARY UNWIN by WILLIAM COWPER THE PROGRESS OF POETRY by JONATHAN SWIFT HE GIVES HIS BELOVED CERTAIN RHYMES by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS GHOST-BEREFT; A SCENE FROM BOGLAND IN WAR-TIME by JANE BARLOW |