I FOLLOW, tottering, in the funeral train That bears my body to the welcoming grave. As those I mourn not, that entomb the brave, But smile as those that lay aside the vain; To me it is a thing of poor disdain, A clod I would not give a sigh to save! I follow, careless, in the funeral train, My outworn raiment to the cleansing grave. I follow to the grave with growing pain— Then sudden cry: Let Earth take what she gave! And turn in gladness from the yawning cave— Glad even for those whose tears yet flow amain: They also follow, in their funeral train, Outworn necessities to the welcoming grave! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR A' THAT AND A' THAT by CHARLES WILLIAM SHIRLEY BROOKS VERSES WHY BURNT by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): REMORSE by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS TO HIS GRACE, GEORGE DUKE OF NORTHUMBERLAND by PHILIP AYRES ISAIAH: PERFECT PEACE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE APARTMENT PARTNERS by FRANCIS MARTIN BOTELHO SPECIAL MESSAGE TO THE VERMONT LEGISLATURE by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |