If, when I die, I must be buried, let No cemetery engulph me - no lone grot, Where the great palpitating world comes not, Save when, with heart bowed down and eyelids wet, It pays its last sad melancholy debt To some outjourneying pilgrim. May my lot Be rather to lie in some much-used spot, Where human life, with all its noise and fret, Throbs on about me. Let the roll of wheels, With all earth's sounds of pleasure, commerce, love, And rush of hurrying feet surge o'er my head. Even in my grave I shall be one who feels Close kinship with the pulsing world above; And too deep silence would distress me, dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MODULATIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO W.P.: 4 by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE PLAYERS ASK FOR A BLESSING ON THE PSALTERIES AND ON THEMSELVES by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS AN ODE TO THE RAIN by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE SUICIDE IN THE TRENCHES by SIEGFRIED SASSOON TO A FOIL'D EUROPEAN REVOLUTIONAIRE by WALT WHITMAN |