William Allingham

(19 March 1824 – 18 November 1889 / Donegal / Ireland)

A Gravestone

Poem by William Allingham

Far from the churchyard dig his grave,
On some green mound beside the wave;
To westward, sea and sky alone,
And sunsets. Put a mossy stone,
With mortal name and date, a harp
And bunch of wild flowers, carven sharp;
Then leave it free to winds that blow,
And patient mosses creeping; slow,
And wandering wings, and footsteps rare
Of human creature pausing there.

Comments about A Gravestone by William Allingham

  • Uwakwe UchechukwuUwakwe Uchechukwu (3/1/2017 12:53:00 PM)

    I love this poem.. Reminds me that each of us shall one day die.(Report)Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • Scarlett Treat (3/19/2006 8:17:00 AM)

    How fleeting our lives, and how peaceful our rest.(Report)Reply

    Mohammed Asim Nehal(1/14/2017 7:25:00 PM)

    Very true, we live to die and while alive search or peace.

    3 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 3 comments »

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: green, sea, alone, sky, sunset, wind, flower

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

[Report Error]