I I SHALL rot here, with those whom in their day You never knew, And alien ones who, ere they chilled to clay, Met not my view, Will in your distant grave-place ever neighbour you. II No shade of pinnacle or tree or tower, While earth endures, Will fall on my mound and within the hour Steal on to yours; One robin never haunt our two green covertures. III Some organ may resound on Sunday noons By where you lie, Some other thrill the panes with other tunes Where moulder I; No selfsame chords compose our common lullaby. IV The simply-cut memorial at my head Perhaps may take A rustic form, and that above your bed A stately make; No linking symbol show thereon for our tale's sake. V And in the monotonous moils of strained, hard-run Humanity, The eternal tie which binds us twain in one No eye will see Stretching across the miles that sever you from me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: PROEM by ALFRED TENNYSON FOR THE YOUNGEST by CHARLES WESLEY PROMETHEUS UNBOUND: THE RED SEA by AESCHYLUS HELLENS RAPE; OR A LIGHT LANTHORNE FOR LIGHT LADIES by RICHARD BARNFIELD WILD ROSES AND SNOW by H. T. MACKENZIE BELL AT SEA by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON |