I LIE out here under a heather sod, A moor-stone at my head, the moor-winds play above. I lie out here.... In graveyards of their God They would not bury desperate me who died for love! I lie out here under the sun and moon; Across me bearded ponies stride, the curlews cry. I have no little tombstone screed, no: "Soon To glory shall she rise!" -- but deathless peace have I! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HELMSMAN by HILDA DOOLITTLE THE HIPPOPOTAMUS by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT EMIGRATION by LISA DOMINGUEZ ABRAHAM SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 3 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE GLADNESS OF NATURE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE COMPLEMENT by THOMAS CAREW TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. THUS I YEARNED FOR LOVE by EDWARD CARPENTER |