Two lads espied a mouldering stone, With moss and lichens overgrown, Yet showing to their sharp young eyes These most perplexing words: "Here lies The soul of Peter Garcia." "Now that's a silly thing," one said, "To mar the gravestone of the dead! Here lie the bones, the brain, the heart, But heaven has the immortal part, The soul, of Peter Garcia." He turned away with mocking air, And left the other standing there -- The other, who, though frail and weak, Pried up the heavy stone, to seek The soul of Peter Garcia. And there he found it! -- gleaming bright, A lustrous, glittering, awful sight, A monstrous huddle-heap of gold, The prize for which a life was sold -- The soul of Peter Garcia. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHELTERED GARDEN by HILDA DOOLITTLE CHRIST IN THE UNIVERSE by ALICE MEYNELL FAREWELL TO ARMS by GEORGE PEELE THE FALL OF JERUSALEM by ALFRED TENNYSON THE WINDOW; OR, THE SONG OF THE WRENS: MARRIAGE MORNING by ALFRED TENNYSON |