Richard Hovey

(1864-1900 / United States)

To A Friend - Poem by Richard Hovey

ALL too grotesque our thoughts are sometimes. Odd,
That there will come a day when you and I
Shall not be you and I! that we shall lie-
We two-i' the damp earth-mould-above each clod
A drunken headstone in the neglected sod-
Thereon the phrase, 'Hic Jacet,' carved awry,
And then our virtues, Bah! and piety-
Perhaps some cheeky reference to God!
And haply after many a century
Some spectacled old man shall drive the birds
A moment from their song i' the lonely spot
And make a copy of the quaint old words-
They will then be quaint and old-and all for what?
To fill a gap in a genealogy.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010

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