I saw a grave beneath a cypress-tree, Forgotten, with no cross, no name, no prayer. But Spring remembered what men would not see, And, like white angels' smiles, set flowers there. The blithe birds passed across with songs of Spring, And where men would not pause they paused to sing. Where no men prayed, the moonlight was a prayer ... I would that grave were mine, and I were there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PLANTATION CHILD'S LULLABY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE KISS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE ALLEY. AN IMITATION OF SPENSER by ALEXANDER POPE DEATH THE LEVELLER, FR. THE CONTENTION OF AJAX AND ULYSSES by JAMES SHIRLEY |