HARD by the ruined kirk above the sound Among worn headstones, old Sir Alan lies: ?------- of rich grapes buries him around; And thou mays't see the birds withouten fear Trip on his face and treble in his ear, And round his senseless head buzzy summer flies. Close by from out a trumpet comes a scroll, Between a skull and crossbones carven deep, And on the scroll, these words -- "The dead shall rise." Till when whoever, under summer skies Shall see the place that guards his quiet sleep, From ----- ----- for a bed so held at rest Amongst the lap of mountains, shall suggest 'Tis better with his body than his soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AWAKENING by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE STATE OF WYOMING by KAREN SWENSON THE SPRING OF THE YEAR by ALLAN CUNNINGHAM ESCAPE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE SCHOOL FOR SATIRE by SOPHIA (RAYMOND) BURRELL |