In the earth, the earth thou shalt be laid A grey stone standing over thee; Black mould beneath thee spread And black mould to cover thee -- 'Well, there is rest there So fast come thy prophecy -- The time when my sunny hair Shall with grass roots twined be' But cold, cold is that resting place Shut out from Joy and Liberty And all who loved thy living face Will shrink from its gloom and thee 'Not so, @3here@1 the world is chill And sworn friends fall from me But @3there@1, they'll own me still And prize my memory' Farewell, then, all that love All that deep sympathy: Sleep on, heaven laughs above -- Earth never misses thee -- Turf-sod and tombstone drear Part human company One heart broke, only, there @3That@1 heart was worthy thee! -- | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LADDER OF SAINT AUGUSTINE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW STEVENSON'S BIRTHDAY by KATHERINE WISE MILLER THE HAPPY LIFE OF A COUNTRY PARSON by ALEXANDER POPE TO MR. THOMAS SOUTHERNE, ON HIS BIRTHDAY, 1742 by ALEXANDER POPE THE MOTHERLAND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH TO GEORGE CRUIKSHANK, ESQ., ON SEEING HIS PICTURE ... by MATTHEW ARNOLD HOW DO I KNOW? by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON EPITAPH ON NICOL OF THE HIGH SCHOOL, EDINBURGH by ROBERT BURNS |