In Death Divided

Lyrics

I shall rot here, with those whom in their day You never knew And alien ones who, ere they chilled to clay Met not my view Will in your distant grave-place ever neighbour you No shade of pinnacle or tree or tower While earth endures Will fall on my mound and within the hour Steal on to yours; One robin never haunt our two green covertures Some organ may resound on Sunday noons By where you lie Some other thrill the panеs with other tunes Wherе moulder I; No selfsame chords compose our common lullaby The simply-cut memorial at my head Perhaps may take A Gothic form, and that above your bed Be Greek in make; No linking symbol show thereon for our tale's sake And in the monotonous moils of strained, hard-run Humanity The eternal tie which binds us twain in one No eye will see Stretching across the miles that sever you from me