Among the Tombs
Posted on July 15, 2007 - Filed Under Gothic Poetry
Sometimes I do despatch my heart
Among the graves to dwell apart:
On some the tablets are erased,
Some earthquake-tumbled, some defaced,
And some that have forgotten lain
A fall of tears makes green again.
And my brave heart can over-tread
Her brood of hopes, her infant dead,
And pass with quickened footstep by
The headstone of hoar memory,
Till she hath found
One swelling mound
With just her name writ and beloved;
From that she cannot be removed.
Michael Field in Littell’s Living Age, 1887.
