A Gravestone Poem by William Allingham

A Gravestone

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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.

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Uwakwe Uchechukwu 01 March 2017

I love this poem.. Reminds me that each of us shall one day die.

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Scarlett Treat 19 March 2006

How fleeting our lives, and how peaceful our rest.

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M Asim Nehal 14 January 2017

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

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