Low on a plain At the foot of a high green hill Lies a square of old walls Builded to shelter the dead. There, under the crosses, the weeds, And the dust of the years, Shepherd and don Rest in quiet sleep. Blue above them bends the sky they loved; Warm the sun on 'dobe walls; And, as when they strode the plain, The bells of the flocks go tinkling by. Dust of every land that they have known Sweeps far and long across that plain, And whirls and eddies and settles Down on the sleepers under the sand. Around those walls the warm, red Earth Creeps higher year by year -- To fold at last within her all-absorbing breast Shepherd and don and wall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LETHE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO A WATERFOWL by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT AELLA: MINSTREL'S MARRIAGE-SONG by THOMAS CHATTERTON THE OLD ARM-CHAIR by ELIZA COOK TO LUCASTA, [ON] GOING BEYOND THE SEAS by RICHARD LOVELACE A BETTER RESURRECTION by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SHEPHERD by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TO MISS ANNA MARIA TRAVERS. AN EPISTLE FROM SCOTLAND by CHARLOTTE BRERETON |