'YOU see those mothers squabbling there?' Remarks the man of the cemetery. 'One says in tears, "'Tis mine lies here!" Another, "Nay, mine, you Pharisee!" Another, "How dare you move my flowers And put your own on this grave of ours!" But all their children were laid therein At different times, like sprats in a tin. 'And then the main drain had to cross, And we moved the lot some nights ago, And packed them away in the general foss With hundreds more. But their folks don't know, And as well cry over a new-laid drain As anything else, to ease your pain!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER THE PAPAGO by JAMES GALVIN ON MY JOYFUL DEPARTURE FROM THE CITY OF COLOGNE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE QUILTING by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR UNTO US A SON IS GIVEN by ALICE MEYNELL PHILOMELA by JOHN CROWE RANSOM JUNGLE by WILLIMINA L. ARMSTRONG PSALM 49 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 51. FAREWELL TO JULIET (13) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |