Louisa Lawson


A Grave - Poem by Louisa Lawson

In a quiet country churchyard, where lilies grow tali
and white,
And vie with the moist red roses in luring the bees
to light.
And the big ripe briar berry, r&inwashed and sweet and
Tempts, with the native cherry, the bright little birds to
Where butterflies black as aces detour from their dainty
To beauty spot sculptured faces, and blot the white mar
ble stones.
There is in the path you enter this ideal burial plot,
'Twixt the gate and thc chu chyard centre, one badly ne
glec'ed spot.
A large heap claims the holdiiçg and spreads itself out
and around,
As if in its girth enfolding ateeasure trove 'neath the
No cross does it own-or coping, no verdure or even
Set, solid, and Bhield-like sloping, enduring and unde
For time does not seem to lessen this heap of unsightly
stonr s,
Ncr caused it to sink or press on Its keeping of rrame
leHs bones.
Who is he, I thought, that spurneth the iffortsof time to
Wiirj is he that mutely tnrneth all steps to the lei* and
right ?
I asked for the cha« and read on te pages yellow and
stiff :
' A Hermit, unknown, found dead on rocks at ne oot
of the cliff '

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 7, 2012

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