My path led through an old cemetery the tears and sighs were gone yellow guts spilled from gravemounds white bones poked out of coffins urns and vases stood there askew no brushes or tablets moved then the wind came stirring dust and ashes swirled in the air | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TOWARD THE GULF; DEDICATED TO THEODORE ROOSEVELT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PARTING AT MORNING by ROBERT BROWNING EPITAPH ON A HARE by WILLIAM COWPER PER PACEM AD LUCEM by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER THE GREENWOOD SHRIFT; GEORGE III AND A DYING WOMAN IN WINDSOR FOREST by ROBERT SOUTHEY |