If, when I die, I must be buried, let No cemetery engulph me - no lone grot, Where the great palpitating world comes not, Save when, with heart bowed down and eyelids wet, It pays its last sad melancholy debt To some outjourneying pilgrim. May my lot Be rather to lie in some much-used spot, Where human life, with all its noise and fret, Throbs on about me. Let the roll of wheels, With all earth's sounds of pleasure, commerce, love, And rush of hurrying feet surge o'er my head. Even in my grave I shall be one who feels Close kinship with the pulsing world above; And too deep silence would distress me, dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEACE by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS TO GIOVANNI DA PISTOIA ON THE PAINTING OF THE SISTINE CHAPEL, 1509 by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI RIVALRY IN LOVE by WILLIAM WALSH (1663-1707) STANZAS ADDRESSED TO PERCY BYSSHE SHELLY by BERNARD BARTON IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: A DREAM OF GOOD by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT DEATHLESS LOVE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE EPITAPH ON MR. JOHN SMYTH, CHAPLAIN TO THE EARL OF PEMBROKE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |