HERE I lie close to the grave Of Old Bill Piersol, Who grew rich trading with the Indians, and who Afterwards took the bankrupt law And emerged from it richer than ever. Myself grown tired of toil and poverty And beholding how Old Bill and others grew in wealth, Robbed a traveler one night near Proctor's Grove, Killing him unwittingly while doing so, For the which I was tried and hanged. That was my way of going into bankruptcy. Now we who took the bankrupt law in our respective ways Sleep peacefully side by side. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FIVE STUDENTS by THOMAS HARDY MEZZO CAMMIN by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE PICTURE OF LITTLE T.C. IN A PROSPECT OF FLOWERS by ANDREW MARVELL ELEGIAC STANZAS SUGGESTED BY A PICTURE OF PEELE CASTLE, IN A STORM by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH VELLEN THE TREE by WILLIAM BARNES REMEMBRANCE by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES A RAINY DAY by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |