There's many a grave where in Scotland I'd sleep If I could get up now and then for a peep At harebells and daisies abloom on my grave And pastures with cows, meadows dotted with sheep, At haze-veiled hills, fleece clouds passing over, -- For a whiff of mown hay, or fragrant white clover -- There's many a grave where in Scotland I'd sleep If I could get up now and then for a peep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TWO RABBIS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 16. TO CALEB HARDINGE, M.D. by MARK AKENSIDE ELEGY FOR A DEAD KING by AL-KUTANDI A SOLDIER'S GRAVE by JOHN ALBEE NORTHERN EARTH MOOD by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. DAY AND NIGHT SONGS by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |